bleed confusion / private

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]the heat of the pitt's desert was unbearable, for a boy with such thick fur and wings sitting heavy on his back, he found himself nearly overheated. water was not permitted to him; he'd already gotten in trouble once for bending it, slapping some poor creature on the back out of annoyance. junji found himself regretting it now. with a parched throat, dry tongue, and impossibly hot pelt, the angel thought he might just die from dehydration or overheating right there.

weakly he stretched one wing over himself, shielding his small body from the cruel glare of the sun. though it wasn't much, the shade at least helped some; it surely wouldn't save him, but oh, it felt good in the moment. he panted quietly before finally dropping his wing from tiredness, and with heaving breaths he curled both around himself and released a soft whine. "[abbr=i want to go home]ego volo ire domum[/abbr]," junji whispered to himself, and ducked his head into the shield of his wings to hide his tears.

[member=1738]Stryker[/member]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — Stryker had been going to visit Goldenluxury when his eyes caught the sight of a lone figure curled up within a cell, muttering indescribable phrases to himself as he hid under his wings. Stopping for a moment, the lion watched their breaths. Neon eyes observed their rising chest in partial concern. Their breathing seemed heavy and depleted, as most slaves did, but the prideful lion felt himself sway towards the cell wall and peek in further.

Before walking off to his usual session with the female, he clicked his claws against the barrier to gain the stranger's attention. "Why are you here?" he inquired curiously. Unlike his fellow Pittians, the lion liked to have motivation (that usually he called justice, but in reality was revenge) and felt pity towards those captured without reason. The Purge, while meaningful to tradition, was rather lame. A capture contest was motivating, but not enough to make him feel truly satisfied. Hopefully this angel was not a victim of that.

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]a clicking sound startled the angel out from the comfort of his wings, looking at the lion that watched him with curious eyes. he bristled slightly, not processing the question until he realized the pittian was not there to hurt him. not yet, at least.

why are you here?

"ask quill," junji croaked quietly. he shuffled further from the door until his back pressed to the wall, ocean eyes kept wary upon stryker. "i don't know... i'm a healer. tactical catch?" he added, ducking his head lightly. was that an acceptable answer? one that would satisfy the other enough to get him to leave? junji curled his injured paw closer to himself and attempted to shield his small body from the slaver's gaze with his wings, ears turning flat against his head.

"is that all...?" the boy asked softly. he dropped his eyes to the floor momentarily before they returned to watching the lion. [abbr=please don't hurt me]placere non noceret mihi.[/abbr]