12-02-2020, 06:38 PM
Mindlessness.
There was nothing.
Only command and the impulse that followed.
Atticus, an anxious extrovert with out of this world thoughts, had been reduced to mere orders and an empty head. A boy with unhinged rage was bound to snap. Even towards his loved ones. The feline walked around Tanglewood with claws unsheathed on daily basis, not speaking a word to anyone. His dead eyes surveyed the horizon. Without blinking, yellow hues surveyed the underbrush with a blank expression, only to catch movement in the distance. He remembered Stryker's words clearly ringing in his head. 'No one in. No one out.' That sole expression repeated endlessly as he approached closer with his chest low to the floor and teeth bared in the sunlight.
For a second he paused. A moment of consciousness. The figure standing before him was a familiar friend, particularly a close one. 'Sweeney?' the Pittian's thoughts echoed. His heart pounded, thumping deeply inside his chest. Wide eyes traced her silhouette and he tried to speak, but his words never came out. Atticus choked. He tried to cry but his eyes settled back out at her face and the thoughts repeated once again. His shaking demeaner returned to a still, strangely calm figure.
Soft pawsteps paraded forward before jumping out from the underbrush. Outstretched claws aimed to latch onto her side and pull her to the floor, leveling her to his height. If successful, he'd come down and hiss into her face. Not a word. Nothing more.
There was nothing.
Only command and the impulse that followed.
Atticus, an anxious extrovert with out of this world thoughts, had been reduced to mere orders and an empty head. A boy with unhinged rage was bound to snap. Even towards his loved ones. The feline walked around Tanglewood with claws unsheathed on daily basis, not speaking a word to anyone. His dead eyes surveyed the horizon. Without blinking, yellow hues surveyed the underbrush with a blank expression, only to catch movement in the distance. He remembered Stryker's words clearly ringing in his head. 'No one in. No one out.' That sole expression repeated endlessly as he approached closer with his chest low to the floor and teeth bared in the sunlight.
For a second he paused. A moment of consciousness. The figure standing before him was a familiar friend, particularly a close one. 'Sweeney?' the Pittian's thoughts echoed. His heart pounded, thumping deeply inside his chest. Wide eyes traced her silhouette and he tried to speak, but his words never came out. Atticus choked. He tried to cry but his eyes settled back out at her face and the thoughts repeated once again. His shaking demeaner returned to a still, strangely calm figure.
Soft pawsteps paraded forward before jumping out from the underbrush. Outstretched claws aimed to latch onto her side and pull her to the floor, leveling her to his height. If successful, he'd come down and hiss into her face. Not a word. Nothing more.