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The Institute was an improvement on the City of Ash beyond any sort of reasonable doubt. Before anything else, Ayala noticed that she could breath clean air for perhaps the first time in her life. The water nearby did not taste of ash, and the sleeping areas were not as decrepit as the City of Ash's was. Yet, the place still felt wrong. The cats that they were preciously separated from now eyed them with suspicion, and the she-cat could hardly stand that.
Post by Shadowbladeღ on Dec 29, 2021 2:00:49 GMT -5
( stardance aw yeah he's a spoiled child, lowkey gets value for himself by reminding them they are lesser. Eventually he'll get his ego checked, but someone's got to be the flawed villain jerk in the hero's story lmao)
The first few days could be tolerated, but he swore he could smell the ash on these cats like death or musk clinging to their pelts, unfortunately reminding him of their presence anytime he was near or just when the wind blew in his favor. Maybe he was just projecting the smell, but they still annoyed him nonetheless. The longhaired black and white tabby just wordlessly looked around when he thought he smelled the ash, making him realize just how often he was running into these lousy strays. The closest to him, Ayala was the unlucky soul he laid eyes on, nothing to be read on his face as his warm breath exhaled puffs of ghostly clouds that faded with the seconds to remind them time was still passing.
Who the hell was that cat. She didn't know any of the Shadowhunters, but this one looked mean. Really, really mean. She flattened her ears and looked around. The leader was nowhere in sight, assuming he would even try to protect her. She couldn't rely on any of the other Shadowhunters to help her. They all seemed to have that stuck up, pompous look on their face. Enigmaheart's had fully evolved into hatred and something else. Without any other options, she began to back up. All she needed to do was get to the edge of the church and she could get away.
Post by Shadowbladeღ on Jan 10, 2022 22:09:32 GMT -5
A heavy came from the frustrated Shadowhunter, "Stop running away -" he stopped in his tracks and stopped approaching once he caught on she was just going to keep walking away and making do all this needless walking. "How am I supposed to address you when you're just endlessly backing up into nothing?" he gestured a paw as if to point out the meaninglessness of it. He had no idea he was scaring this kit beyond belief.
Edited Jan 10, 2022 22:09:46 GMT -5 By Shadowbladeღ
Stopping running away. Jeez, he really was out here about to murder her. Her heart thudded faster and faster, and it didn't really ease when he said that he just wanted to lecture her or something like that, but she did take it as a warning. She turned to face the much older and larger tom, but made sure to keep a healthy distance between them. She kept herself poised and ready to run if she so needed. "Yeah, and?"
