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Post by achromatic on Jan 18, 2022 19:14:31 GMT -5
His rage was always a carefully crafted mask hidden inside a wooden box, the type of box you'd keep antiques in, tucked away and gathering dust. Bermondsey's sharp face and sharper eyes were set to a scowl; he knew it was probably wise of Regulus to dismiss him that night, especially with everything involved. He had been close to losing it, to revealing something akin to a weakness to their enemy, and deep inside, he was grateful for the excuse and yet....
Aspenstar. He was furious that she was even allowed to come into their territory, speaking demands and requesting audiences. Frankly, he didn't think Regulus was harsh enough; any leader coming with demands would've been kicked to the curb had he been in charge. No one questioned the league's power, and frankly, they were going soft.
While he was logical most of the time, any threat to his family–especially the unborn, despite his initial disdain for it–would be met with an immediate end. He didn't tolerate chances, and frankly, he couldn't understand Regulus' tolerance for any of this.
"You asked to see me?" his voice was low, almost dangerous still.
Post by ashestoashes on Jan 22, 2022 17:01:10 GMT -5
Regulus E'tan looked towards his Warden confirming what he had been thinking. Bermondsey was going in too deep, deeper than what he realized. Regulus himself had seen so many go mad going down this path only to end in chaos and self destruction. He didn't want anything bad to happen to the Warden but feared that he perhaps was too late...
"Yes and I thank you for coming. Bermondsey, do you remember what I said about why I promoted you?" The grey and black tom just sat there calmly watching his subordinate with eyes that held any form of emotion. Not even his usual curiosity or analytical gaze.
Post by achromatic on Jan 22, 2022 21:15:46 GMT -5
He had no patience whatsoever for the ways Regulus spoke. Once, he had secretly enjoyed the way Regulus spoke to him like a father to a son, so very different from how his own father spoke to him. The long-winded advice, the even tone, even the chiding lessons, had been on a neutral ground when they spoke, but after the NightClan incident, he wasn't so sure. Bermondsey had never doubted Regulus' own method of justice, and before, he had understood it foolish to get involved in conflict that didn't matter, especially when involvement was to their disadvantage. On neutral ground, Bermondsey would agree, to sit and wait, to manipulate in the background like a puppetmaster telling a story...
Once emotions had gotten involved, Bermondsey's idea of him shifted fundamentally. Wisdom was renamed cowardice. Patience to inaction. Treaties to weakess.
Perhaps months ago, before he had a stake in the game they played, he'd have remembered the advice, but today, his own storm had clouded the skies of his mind. "Please don't play games with me," he growled quietly, "out with it. Tell me what I'm here for."
Post by ashestoashes on Jan 30, 2022 23:04:28 GMT -5
"I'm not playing games with you. Not by any means," Regulus gave a serious look. "No I am here to have a chat with you. And you know why but first I asked: do you remember what I said when I promoted you? No? Well I will give a refresher. I made you warden because I did see the potential in you to do wondrous things. I still do. The path you are going down now will not end well. Not end in a way you think it will. Bermondsey I come to you here not as an enemy. I get why you are doing these things...wanting to do what you think is right. But it will only cause you and Primal Instinct more harm than good. You are a smart tom Bermondsey and deep down you know this path isn't right. You are allowing emotions cloud your judgment and I am here to help. You may not be a son to me in the sense of blood but I see you as one. You are truly remarkable Ber with the potential in being a great leader. Don't allow rash decisions and blood thrist for vengeance become your undoing." There was no sound of plea in his voice, no he wouldn't ever beg. Instead here he was Regulus trying to bring a calm mind to the table seeing his warden's mind drown in a sea of rage.
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Post by achromatic on Feb 4, 2022 18:45:28 GMT -5
Perhaps had he been given time to sit, he would've been able to take the advice as he usually did, but he was still seething, still raging from that display NightClan had made, and more, that they had dared hurt any of their members, that they had the kit he had cared for, that they had brainwashed him into one of their little soldiers...
"Not doing anything is just letting them walk over you," he replied with a scowl, "you saw how that birch acted, as if she owned the place. Why shouldn't we put her in her place? Remind her who she's speaking to and where she is?"
