NEW TAB: sherbet ♤ male ♡ feline ◇ tags ♧ typhoon captain
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(everything is underwater, I can't hear you, where is everyone, why do you all sound muffled, so far away, did we all get washed away, who's dead and gone, who's alive and well, ignore ignore ignore the panic I feel welling inside me, hold my breath, where is my brother, where are my children, where is my husband, please I don't want to fight, I want to live, I CAN'T BREATH, we just made this our home, there are lives being made here, you aren't welcome to trample on those homes, YOU AREN'T WELCOME)
Sherbet gasped as if he had just surfaced from water (when did I go swimming?), weakly cackling as he ignored the warning Tanglewood gave as he seen a hellhound break rank and dive for him. His pupils were tiny slits as he felt all the panic (fear) and anger (fear) bleed out of him at the declarations from everyone around him. He refused to let his people uproot themselves, he refused to get back on that ship and sail home so soon. Sherbet felt like he could hardly breath, but he felt so strangely free as he roared, "STAND YOUR GROUND AND FIGHT, LADS. NO CAPTURE OR KILLING."
The taller hound finally made it on the Captain as he snarled, almost immediately being pinned to the ground, jaws on his scruff. A viscous substance, not unlike syrup, dripped from the wound made by the hound's fangs, a shrill sound of pain rang in his ears (is that my voice?). Claws dug into the ground as Sherbet attempted to reach around and bite onto any part of Solsken that he could within reach, the feline hardly fights, so there was a possibly it wouldn't connect.
Sherbet gasped as if he had just surfaced from water (when did I go swimming?), weakly cackling as he ignored the warning Tanglewood gave as he seen a hellhound break rank and dive for him. His pupils were tiny slits as he felt all the panic (fear) and anger (fear) bleed out of him at the declarations from everyone around him. He refused to let his people uproot themselves, he refused to get back on that ship and sail home so soon. Sherbet felt like he could hardly breath, but he felt so strangely free as he roared, "STAND YOUR GROUND AND FIGHT, LADS. NO CAPTURE OR KILLING."
The taller hound finally made it on the Captain as he snarled, almost immediately being pinned to the ground, jaws on his scruff. A viscous substance, not unlike syrup, dripped from the wound made by the hound's fangs, a shrill sound of pain rang in his ears (is that my voice?). Claws dug into the ground as Sherbet attempted to reach around and bite onto any part of Solsken that he could within reach, the feline hardly fights, so there was a possibly it wouldn't connect.