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"No matter what other people may say, we are the protagonists of the world." - Keji Akaashi
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Post by rika on Feb 18, 2021 22:26:52 GMT -5
He flinched slightly, his ears flicking back with a sort of annoyance. His paw had a nasty scrape on it, which had been bandaged up already. Tavian slunk uneasily towards the edge of the busy clearing, making sure to keep the weight off of his leg. He mostly just hoped to stay out of sight of Isla, so she wouldn't worry and fret over him. His pride was already hurt enough as it was, what with the way he'd even gotten the wound.
With his face twisting into a glower, he sat with a huff and watched as his fellow members darted about. Though, it wasn't chaotic; more like the way ants were organized in a chaotic fashion. With a sort of marching order, a rhyme to their chaos. He'd almost smiled, before the thought of chaos sent him back into a spiral of despair. He shouldn't have let Kazemir talk him into doing what he'd done, even if they had been hunting buddies. He lifted his paw again, his expression sour. Now, he would have to wait even longer to be able to catch anything again.
"Hey, are you doing okay?" The sympathetic voice perked up from a cat that had just been passing by, the other tom's eyes flashing towards his fellow group-mate's paw and back to his face. Although Vincent was by all means a scout and no longer a guider, he had been well trained in the career before the changes had taken place and the same inctincts that had made a very respectable healer hadn't just disapeared with a change in rank. The tom couldn't help but notice the other tom's injured paw, and his gaze fell upon it with a mixture of concern, with a touch of curiosity in it's midst.
"No matter what other people may say, we are the protagonists of the world." - Keji Akaashi
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Post by rika on Feb 19, 2021 3:37:20 GMT -5
Tavian glanced up as the tom approached, the sympathy in his voice nearly making him flinch. But he cooled his previous temper, reminding himself that it wasn't his fault he'd been so unlucky. He tried for a smile, though he figured it probably didn't reach his eyes as he replied, "I'm well enough. I've been looked after, so I think I should live. Would be unlucky though if I were to loose my paw, eh?" There was an edge of sarcasm to his voice as he dangled it in front of him a bit dramatically.
"It would be. Highly. Don't quite think you're near that yet, though I think if the guiders let a scraped paw get that bad Regime has a lot of problem to address." Vincent said with a small laugh, amusement glinting in his eyes. "So, how did you manage that wound though?" Vincent inquired, his voice laced with a soft curiosity. "A hunting incident or the like?"
"No matter what other people may say, we are the protagonists of the world." - Keji Akaashi
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Post by rika on Mar 2, 2021 19:34:18 GMT -5
Tavian felt his fur prickle slightly at the question. He glanced away quickly, his whiskers twitching a bit. "I let someone talk me into doing something incredibly stupid, against my better judgement," he mumbled, feeling his pelt flash with embarrassment. Not that it wasn't entirely something that was known, but he gave a small roll of his shoulders and brushed away the less pleasant feelings to try for a lighthearted smile as he said, "love makes you do really stupid things, though, y'know? Like getting talked into stupidly dangerous things, and then finding a stupidly -- and weirdly -- buff rabbit who just so happened to kick you under some loose bit of rock."
As if to make a point, he shook his pelt lightly and grimaced at the dust and pebbles that dislodged slightly from his fluffy pelt. But despite his tone of annoyance, he spoke in a way that suggested he wouldn't have minded if anything else had come from the experience.
