Post by Lucas on Jan 10, 2019 21:56:42 GMT
Lucas had grown accustomed to the way Agrahbah felt and how the Blackbloods operated. While he wanted to be on his own, as he was a lone wolf, he needed to find something, or someone, more like it, and joining an army was the best way to do it. Why did he choose the Blackbloods? Well, he wasn't a bad person, per se, but again, he decided that it was the best bet. He didn't want to kill anyone though, which was a problem, but he'd have to work through it somehow.
Lucas was sitting in the courtyard, staring at nothing in particular. His usual sarcastic demeanor seemed to be off at the moment. He was uneasy. He wondered if joining the Blackbloods was a mistake, as the more time he spent with them, the more he saw how ruthless they could be. He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. No, he couldn't think like that. Everything was fine. But the more he told himself that, the less he believed it. Was he making a mistake? Had he already made a mistake? He decided not to fester on it too long, or it'd drive him crazy.
The blue-eyed lion grumbled under his breath and huffed. The sun beamed down on him aggressively, but he ignored it and looked around the courtyard. It seemed to be empty (for now, at least) so he tried not to tense up too much. He then lessened the tension by blowing his mane out of his face. Pesky thing, it was. But what could you do? It had been a month since he first arrived, and already he could tell what was going on. But in that time, he hadn't met everyone. Just a few.
Lucas yawned as he laid down, soaking in the sun. Everything was almost peaceful. No screams or yelling. No arguing. Nothing. Just the chirping of the birds and the warmth of the sun. He considered this better than the Outlands or the lands beyond that. It just seemed so peaceful. He hoped it lasted, but it probably wouldn't. Here was to hoping, though.
He felt sleepy and drowsy, having to force his eyes open. He succeeded, but he did doze off a few times here and there.
Lucas was sitting in the courtyard, staring at nothing in particular. His usual sarcastic demeanor seemed to be off at the moment. He was uneasy. He wondered if joining the Blackbloods was a mistake, as the more time he spent with them, the more he saw how ruthless they could be. He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. No, he couldn't think like that. Everything was fine. But the more he told himself that, the less he believed it. Was he making a mistake? Had he already made a mistake? He decided not to fester on it too long, or it'd drive him crazy.
The blue-eyed lion grumbled under his breath and huffed. The sun beamed down on him aggressively, but he ignored it and looked around the courtyard. It seemed to be empty (for now, at least) so he tried not to tense up too much. He then lessened the tension by blowing his mane out of his face. Pesky thing, it was. But what could you do? It had been a month since he first arrived, and already he could tell what was going on. But in that time, he hadn't met everyone. Just a few.
Lucas yawned as he laid down, soaking in the sun. Everything was almost peaceful. No screams or yelling. No arguing. Nothing. Just the chirping of the birds and the warmth of the sun. He considered this better than the Outlands or the lands beyond that. It just seemed so peaceful. He hoped it lasted, but it probably wouldn't. Here was to hoping, though.
He felt sleepy and drowsy, having to force his eyes open. He succeeded, but he did doze off a few times here and there.