[M] The Last Supper - OPEN POSTING

Pandemic D'Angelo · 07-30-2011, 04:41 PM

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weird, ooc field is acting weird :|

Drums pounded against ribcage prison whining his chest, covered by thick, perfect ebony pelt. Everything had happened so fast, but at the same time so painfully slow. Pandemic had not liked that a simple slave had touched his Family’s food, but the incident had turned worse with every breath drawn in through dark nostrils. His brave sister had jumped to her feet as Sirius’ voice had boomed, and whatever food had remained in her brother’s mouth had fallen to the floor, half-chewed, as he had watched as the bastard laid hand on his sun and stars. His green eyed sibling held an important role in his life, and the oversized boy was especially protective of her.

A scene from Harlowe’s death had danced before stormy eyes, and the drums had beat harder against his chest; hurting him. Pandemic had leaped over the table and probably been ready to make a feast out of the two legged optime, though his bulky form had found its way to his harmed sister instead, moving between her and the attacker; protecting her. Lips had withdrawn to show off milky white teeth, and mature thunder vibrated in the young boy’s throat. Pandemic was terribly upset, and for a moment it didn’t seem as if he detected it when his mother’s soft touch and reassuring words, for no visible response was given before several long moments had passed.

Grey eyes then blinked, troubled. He turned from the slave and closed his mind off from all that was happening. Nothing but the girl mattered in his world, and he was worried, so very worried. A pitiful, strangled sound escaped through clenched jaws, and a cold, black nose nudged his sister, lovingly.

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