09-10-2018, 04:26 PM
[size=9pt]"I know you."
He distinctly remembers his time in the Typhoon. As cliche as it was to be captured and have the memories acquired haunt you dreams every night, that was exactly what happened. Though, he wouldn't give the creature that tore his flank to bits the pleasure of being called the Protagonist in Moon's nightmares; what plagued his mind during the night was more so a blend of all of his bad experiences, both new and old. So it wasn't that pirate wolf with his cheesy evil monologues that dug razor sharp claws into Moon's skin and pulled 'till he sobbed like a child; it was his Mother. Because old demons died hard and if you could add to the cliche, why not?
"You were in the audience when that ugly fucker made me his canvas." His voice wasn't bitter or resentful, but it wasn't lighthearted or humorous as Moon's words generally were, either. "You pirates aren't so tourist-friendly, huh?" He stood beside Imperia, tight jaw making his words clipped, verging on biting. And he spots the flowers in the child's pelt and reminds himself not to be cruel, but the stench of the sea hits his senses again and he remembers that the relationship between the Typhoon and Ascendants wasn't exactly sunshine and daisies. Moon would almost go so far as to say he hated their fishy asses. "What the hell makes you think you can even turn up here, anyway, kid?"
He distinctly remembers his time in the Typhoon. As cliche as it was to be captured and have the memories acquired haunt you dreams every night, that was exactly what happened. Though, he wouldn't give the creature that tore his flank to bits the pleasure of being called the Protagonist in Moon's nightmares; what plagued his mind during the night was more so a blend of all of his bad experiences, both new and old. So it wasn't that pirate wolf with his cheesy evil monologues that dug razor sharp claws into Moon's skin and pulled 'till he sobbed like a child; it was his Mother. Because old demons died hard and if you could add to the cliche, why not?
"You were in the audience when that ugly fucker made me his canvas." His voice wasn't bitter or resentful, but it wasn't lighthearted or humorous as Moon's words generally were, either. "You pirates aren't so tourist-friendly, huh?" He stood beside Imperia, tight jaw making his words clipped, verging on biting. And he spots the flowers in the child's pelt and reminds himself not to be cruel, but the stench of the sea hits his senses again and he remembers that the relationship between the Typhoon and Ascendants wasn't exactly sunshine and daisies. Moon would almost go so far as to say he hated their fishy asses. "What the hell makes you think you can even turn up here, anyway, kid?"
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; height: auto; text-align: center; font-family: ; font-size: 9pt; color: COLOR; letter-spacing: -.5px;"][i][b]and die like a hero going home.[glow=black,2,300]