BLOOMING FRIENDSHIP ¤¤ Lucas

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    Up until now Debiru hadn't sign himself up to this buddy-system because he didn't think any new members wanted to be teamed up with a slave. But now things where different since he had got freed from his enslavement and was now counted as a real member here. Debiru was not the social type though he was quite the shy and awkward type how found it hard to keep up conversations with people he barely know even more so complete strangers. So this had been a horrible idea but he just had wanted to do some sort of use here now when he no longer needed to do chores and serve the exiles as the slave. This was the only one he had come up with so had decided to try it out. Unfortunately he was not in a special good mood for this...but he had to suck up his heartbroken feelings right now so he could give the exiles a good impression to the newest members. Lucas. That had been the first person he had got assign to be with not having interacted much with that hellhound which for him looked quite intimating with all of this scars and rough looking features. He was the sort of type he would avoid in fear to upset or get bullied by. I hope he won't yell at me.


    With anxiety tugging inside of his chest the siberian husky had been trying to found the hellhound which had taken a little while but eventually did found him but quickly he catch up on that something seemed to be wrong. Lucas looked a little...distressed?. Debiru blinked his eyes and instantly felt concerned for his clanmate, wondering what could possible be wrong. " Uhm, h-hi Lucas...Are..ah..uhm, s-something wrong?." he would ask hesitantly, completely forgetting to introduce himself or let him know he was thier buddy for the week.


    LUCAS-

    YOU DON'T KNOW ME, WHAT THE FUCK YOU MEAN? ➾ TAGS

    He was sitting by the marsh border, a still full bottle of whiskey by his paws and his eyes coldly looking deep into it, breathing in the old familiar scents. He wondered idly if his father felt like this when his mother had been killed and marred by Ver Million, this destroying pit of self-hatred, blame, and outrage, the urge to just rip all of Agrelos out of their nests until he found who hurt the ones he cared for and possessed. He had heard idle tales of things his father had done for his mother, the ripping of Ruiners and Kingdom-folk alike, the rumor of him breaking into the Ruins and skinning NPC's and putting them all around the camp itself-it was...


    His ears perked when he heard Debiru's voice, the muscles in his face relaxing before he even realized they were tensed. Dark blue and soft icy iridescent scales freckling by his eyes. It felt more and more like the dragon was becoming who he was-he was his father's son and the Exiles were proving that to him everyday-and it began feeling more comfortable with the scales and claws then it did with just his soft fur and large paws. He inhaled, a flick of an ear brushing off those thoughts as he spoke, I-I just... He exhaled, shaking his head before he looked at Deb, eyes a mix of desperation and anger, Who could of done that to Jupiter? Why her? She's-she's not even a member and they beat her near an inch of her life. It made him sick, darker thoughts inching in his mind and the need to fight even darker in there. It felt... it felt impossible. I never wanted to be my father.

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    YOU MADE ME SAD AND YOU'VE MADE ME MAD

    It was then Debiru noticed that bottle of whiskey that rested by the hellhound's paws and it made him twitch his nose a bit in discomfort. Alcohol had always been something he not had liked to be around much since people how was drunk tended to act out in such unprediacble ways which made him feel very anxious. Hopefully, Lucas not had drinked to much of it just yet. In the first place wished he had drinked at all. But that was not his place to say and lately had actually been thinking if drinking would help with his heartbreak problems. Pushing this thoughts aside for the time being listen to what Lucas had to say and yes, he rememberd very well how Jupiter had been dropt by the border the other day and how Mr Kuromiya and Cory had rejected to help Jupiter out because she had been a slave.


    " I..i don't know..." he would admit sadly knowing his answer not was much of help to comfort the exiler with. Frowning a bit to himself would seat himself down and shifted his wings a little bit. " I think s-she was just t-there at the w-wrong time..." he was being honest it had been the same with him. Ver had hurt him even if he had been a slave here just because he had smelled like them. The exiles was enemy with everyone so there was alot of people how wanted to hurt them out there and since Jupiter lived with them now wouldn't get any free pass, unfortunately. " I w-wish people could just s-stop hurting each o-other." he didn't really think before saying that out aloud, it had just slipt out. Debiru didn't like violence but he know this people thought differently so his opinion on that matter didn't meant much. Flattering down his ears when realising his mistake would sink down a bit. " S-sorry, i shouldn't h-have said that..."