He lay in its nest, Thoughts spinning. Weaving into an intricate web. Whose side was he on? The Bleeding Skies side? Or Grandeur's side? A tear streaked down its face. Then two. He'd made a deal, a done deal at that. Flicking valors tail, and pausing, in the seemingly endless whirling storm of her thoughts. It was almost like he was in its own head. Standing in a blizzard of anger and hurt. Who was right? He didn't support the mvrder of innocent bystanders... But... It was Urchinclan after all. Crimes were normal after all. Expected even. The Dark Forest. That's where she needed to end up. . Right? He had to be evil. But he didn't want to. Not in the same trance as others. But.... Different. Right? Reaching a paw up, to cover its eyes, he brushed his pile of accessories. She could be a loner. With Hazel. Or.... Join a loner group. Maybe. or. he. could. inrupt the trials... and leave. Flee like a coward, but... Boldly. Leave like a gash on stone. Forgotten, but not gone. ERP ok...?
