hold onto me...
The blue menace stirred. He rankled in quiet discontent of being awoken before his own time, but he was far too young to truly become irate. Instead he stood, paw landing on some errant piece of flesh that lay in his way, and shook the dirt from his pelt. "Yes," he agreed in short form. Clumsy limbs went wherever they pleased and he brushed past his sister with a small shove, easy enough to be brushed aside if anyone were to hold him accountable for it. As he attempted to brush past her and charge first and foremost from the den, he smirked. He was the firstborn after all, it was his right to see the world before any of the others. Toxin didn't really have the words or emotional depth to understand his feelings towards others, but he knew enough to understand that they were less than pleasant. Ganja was... too pleasant, and it annoyed him, frustrated him, made him want to bite her. And Necro was just weird. All he really wanted was to get away, so he tried his hardest to sprint for the real world with all the speed he could muster. |