[ he wants to. oh, he wants to so badly. every part of leaks, every inch--- from tip of ear to tip of tail, wants to squeeze. dig those claws as hard as he can into that stained throat. pull, tear, rip, shred. unleash every frustration out until there's nothing left, and then do it again. how dare this two canes... devil... whatever he is come so close and tempt leaks with an immediate and impulsive need. that he does it probably knowing there's nothing this sad excuse of a ribika can do, when having no strength in his limbs.
that he can't pull away. that the tug is painful and the anger wells up in his chest like a pent up fountain. leaks, the magician, a name that is whispered out of fear and respect and used to scare those and pacify the most ornery of cats at any age... he can't do anything.
the self-reflected uselessness makes him sick.
but what can he do? doesn't matter how much his fur sticks up. the gall of whoever this 'welcoming party' is. so leaks does what he can, and he spits. right into that face. the teeth and voice don't scare him. ]
I will. I promise you that much.
[ despite it all, leaks' voice is calm. cold. though ever fiber in his being is being tested, the only thing he's ever feared is not here. his song is long gone. ]
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that he can't pull away. that the tug is painful and the anger wells up in his chest like a pent up fountain. leaks, the magician, a name that is whispered out of fear and respect and used to scare those and pacify the most ornery of cats at any age... he can't do anything.
the self-reflected uselessness makes him sick.
but what can he do? doesn't matter how much his fur sticks up. the gall of whoever this 'welcoming party' is. so leaks does what he can, and he spits. right into that face. the teeth and voice don't scare him. ]
I will. I promise you that much.
[ despite it all, leaks' voice is calm. cold. though ever fiber in his being is being tested, the only thing he's ever feared is not here. his song is long gone. ]