Well Beyond Time
12-14-2021, 08:03 AM
Macabre wouldn’t miss out on such an opportunity. In fact, his mentor, Misery, would only encourage his attendance rather than the opposite. A good show of Habari justice would do a child good to pay attention to - though he was far above the ranks of whoever was being punished, seeing that actions had consequences was never something to deny or to forget. The speckled child noticed his brother was missing from the den, and having heard their mother’s call for the pack, he trotted hurridely to the location.
Upon seeing his mother in the moonlight, Mac greeted her and his older sister with a wide grin, offering the smile to Ghoul as well as he noticed him. His own eyes were brightly blowing with the same intensity as the moonlight, not so apparent in the day as they were at night. They made him appear quite ominous, or at least, that was the goal. He didn’t know the others there that well, and he was aware his older brother had gon eoff on another mission. As such, he’d report the details of this occurrence to him upon his return. Nevermind what anybody said - he was receiving a service in terms of one-on-one training, and was merely giving his brother what he asked for in return. A mutual understanding.
Approaching his rose-pelted briothee, he sat near him and allowed his curled grin to fade into a neutral expression a seamless as that, a masterful art of acting to masquerade his excitement for what was to come. All that popped up in his little twisted mind was, Ooooh, someone’s in trouble. Oh what fun this would be.
Upon seeing his mother in the moonlight, Mac greeted her and his older sister with a wide grin, offering the smile to Ghoul as well as he noticed him. His own eyes were brightly blowing with the same intensity as the moonlight, not so apparent in the day as they were at night. They made him appear quite ominous, or at least, that was the goal. He didn’t know the others there that well, and he was aware his older brother had gon eoff on another mission. As such, he’d report the details of this occurrence to him upon his return. Nevermind what anybody said - he was receiving a service in terms of one-on-one training, and was merely giving his brother what he asked for in return. A mutual understanding.
Approaching his rose-pelted briothee, he sat near him and allowed his curled grin to fade into a neutral expression a seamless as that, a masterful art of acting to masquerade his excitement for what was to come. All that popped up in his little twisted mind was, Ooooh, someone’s in trouble. Oh what fun this would be.
i’m evil to the core!—
what i shouldn’t do i will
they say i’m emotional—
what i want to save i’ll kill