11-16-2018, 08:25 PM
As the femme let pass his dishonest behaviour, even following it up with a smile, a sniffle rang from his wet snout. No matter what she’d say, and how sweet of her it was to say so, the mustelid would assume lay hold onto the guilt he had built up in his disposition for the rest of his lifetime.
News of Snowbound’s destruction wasn’t exactly need at this point, for he’d heard of it from a handful of other sources by now, though Atbash’s somber earful still coerced a cheerlessness round his plump frame. The wolverine understood that what has happened has happened, and there was no point in getting worked up about something he could not possibly change - yet every time he was reminded of it, dolefulness evoked his emotions, pegging a forlorn Wendell into a fray of disbelief. He had thought that he’d gotten over it by now; evidently, this was not the case. "Oh, Atbash, I’ve heard about Snowbound, and- and I’m so sorry." A shaky inhale entered his system following his stammered atonement, thoughts of the snow-filled paradise intruding the troubled psyche that was his own. All of it was gone, burnt to a crisp. And by whom? Who was to blame for the spontaneous destruction of homes, relationships, and lives?
Ms. Atbash wasn’t finished, though. She had persisted, and had even tried engaging in conversation with him. This brought a smile to his face, one which had become uncommon for his facial features to display these days. The lack of a grin which had become such a typical trait for Wendell clearly said something about his view on the situation he had gotten himself into. The ex-leader had been completely honest to him, hence his answer to the asked question was going to be the same.
”T’ tell ya the truth,” he initiated, his voice equipped with a sharp apex, ”I’ve never been a hundred-percent satisfied here. Even back before I had joined these guys’ ranks, I had come here t’ ask for any help in providing aid for Snowbound (because they were under control by the Pitt, y’know); and I wasn’t given anything, except for unsympathetic looks and a very small herb-pouch.”
”That’s why I never came back,” Wendell continued staidly, ”I’ve wanted to, but I couldn’t, not after trying t’ play hero like that and failing to previail. I’ve been mainly unhappy since, especially with this stupid fighting between my group and yer new one.”
”Speaking of yer group,” he’d quip suddenly, eyes lighting up from their prior greyed state, ”have you seen any former Snowboundfolk since the, y’know, burning? Uh, Dimitri came here, but that’s about it, for me.”
News of Snowbound’s destruction wasn’t exactly need at this point, for he’d heard of it from a handful of other sources by now, though Atbash’s somber earful still coerced a cheerlessness round his plump frame. The wolverine understood that what has happened has happened, and there was no point in getting worked up about something he could not possibly change - yet every time he was reminded of it, dolefulness evoked his emotions, pegging a forlorn Wendell into a fray of disbelief. He had thought that he’d gotten over it by now; evidently, this was not the case. "Oh, Atbash, I’ve heard about Snowbound, and- and I’m so sorry." A shaky inhale entered his system following his stammered atonement, thoughts of the snow-filled paradise intruding the troubled psyche that was his own. All of it was gone, burnt to a crisp. And by whom? Who was to blame for the spontaneous destruction of homes, relationships, and lives?
Ms. Atbash wasn’t finished, though. She had persisted, and had even tried engaging in conversation with him. This brought a smile to his face, one which had become uncommon for his facial features to display these days. The lack of a grin which had become such a typical trait for Wendell clearly said something about his view on the situation he had gotten himself into. The ex-leader had been completely honest to him, hence his answer to the asked question was going to be the same.
”T’ tell ya the truth,” he initiated, his voice equipped with a sharp apex, ”I’ve never been a hundred-percent satisfied here. Even back before I had joined these guys’ ranks, I had come here t’ ask for any help in providing aid for Snowbound (because they were under control by the Pitt, y’know); and I wasn’t given anything, except for unsympathetic looks and a very small herb-pouch.”
”That’s why I never came back,” Wendell continued staidly, ”I’ve wanted to, but I couldn’t, not after trying t’ play hero like that and failing to previail. I’ve been mainly unhappy since, especially with this stupid fighting between my group and yer new one.”
”Speaking of yer group,” he’d quip suddenly, eyes lighting up from their prior greyed state, ”have you seen any former Snowboundfolk since the, y’know, burning? Uh, Dimitri came here, but that’s about it, for me.”