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[Pack Challenge]
08-20-2022, 08:29 PM
His hyperactive state, the adrenaline coursing through his veins and the fractured state of his head numbed him to the consequences. He just didn’t fully comprehend the reverberations of his actions. He’d threatened an alliance, threatened his mother’s throne, everything. In more ways than one, he’d really fucked up. But did he care in that moment? No, because his head hurt, the blood kept dripping, and gods he had never felt more alive. What was this feeling - did something new open up to him? A new tolerance to pain? He swiped his tongue over his lips, tasting the familiar metallic tang. Something about it in his strange state of mind felt so right. This was supposed to happen. A new era, new beginning. A new Mac. His twisted mindset was interrupted when a shape subtly but swiftly shifted towards him. He couldn’t react, not quickly enough in his state. Still clutching his eye he could only stunble as the shape - who smelled of Armada as well - grabbed his left hind leg, and before he could yelp out in protest, his leg stretched at an awkward ankle. His smile fell, his working eye widened. Oh that hurt. He instinctively twitched, trying to jerk his leg away but it was too late and a white hot pain erupted from where his femur went crunch. Mac swallowed back the bile that rose, the ringing in his ears, bit his tongue so hard he was practicaly chugging blood at this point. Battered and his leg definitely broken, he heard the voice whisper sternly in his ear. But the words barely reached him - he was in shock. The boy had a mile long stare, his face almost static were it not for the twitching of his blinded eye. And so, the warning, though involuntarily heeded, resched him the way one’s words would reach another underwater - muffled, blurred. His vision blurred, but not with tears. His eyes were dry - save for the, you know, copious amounts of blood. He did catch the last few words as the ringing left him again. To sit by his siblings, keep his fucking mouth shut. With another cuff of his ear, sending shrapnels of pain down his orbit, he was left to rise from his crumpled crouch. He pulled himself up with his muscular forelegs, more red than white and black at this point. No weight could be beared on his left hind leg, he had to force himself to try and hitch it up so it wouldn’t drag too much. He half-hobbled to his siblings, but further away this time. He wondered what Ghoul would think. Smug, perhaps, that he had skipped the punishment? Or horrified at Mac’s disfugrement? He stared ahead blankly, but the twisted smile returned ever so slowly. He chuckled a little under his breath. Ah, life threw curveballs, but this was a fucking landslide compared to that. ”Speech” ’Thought’ |
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
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