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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ The thick scent of copper in the air heralds the return of the newcomer - two corpses devoid of their heads are dragged in a tangle of vines and unceremoniously dropped to the ground, and Jimin can't even pretend to be able to stomach it, as his head ducks back towards his shoulders with a flop of his rabbit - like ears, and his eyes water from the stench of death. This is the Cartel, he tells himself, it's a group that holds them in contempt, they're not innocent nor are they peaceful... but these are lives, they are people with hopes and ambitions and families , and life is not to be trifled with. He can't keep himself from gagging as his insides feel like they're compressing and his chest and throat tighten. Why did he even bring up the ritual? Maybe a part of him had been hoping that these individuals would turn tail and leave to a different place, somewhere far away from here, but instead they have gleefully flaunted their willingness to shed blood for their group.
"Y - Yeah..." he manages, through the cotton wool his mouth feels like it's been stuffed with. By the standards of the Exiles, this is impressive, but all Jimin can do is think again and again about how much he wishes things were different. This sort of life isn't what he wants, yet it's what he signed up for... maybe back then, if he hadn't been so desperate and scared, maybe he would have spared himself this existence. Instead, he watches his group cut down others without remorse, and it makes him want to scream. He has to work at regaining his composure and turning his eyes away from the bodies , gyrating his gaze back towards Vel. "U - Um... welcome to the group, then. Would you like a tour or anything?" he asks rather quietly. If he were a true Exiler than he would be excited, right? He thinks he may really hate his group. How did he end up getting in so deep?
*:･ﾟ✧ his eyes landed upon the dead bodies, almost immediately. the smell of the cartel waved around in the air, leaving him feeling rather uneasy. hadn't the cartel hated them enough? then again, if this was what made vel happy, than he would not stop her. as long as she knew that everyone within the exiles were off limits. he knew he should of pushed himself to stop it, but he didn't want to make anyone in his clan unhappy. he only wanted them to be at their best and if that meant hurting others... he hated it, but he would let it happen. "ah, he can-" he cut himself off, swallowing salvia off of his tongue, his crimson gaze moving back to the maned wolf. "he can show you around. cicero knows all the best spots of the camp." he was trying to be the same enthusiastic lion he always was, but his sickness was kicking his tail, and he was just desperate for some relief. he figured he could be useful, though, even if he was feeling horrid. they didn't need to know that.
; I DON'T WANNA BE YOU, ANYMORE ;
AND ALL THE KIDS CRIED OUT —
The all too familiar metallic tang of blood wafted across his nose as he made his way over to the small group beginning to form around Velveteen. Bold orange eyes fell upon the beheaded bodies as he studied his friend's handiwork. My, my Velvet... The glittering utahraptor hummed in approval, the length of his tail lashing behind him. Beautifully done my dear...even better than the last time. Ezequial added, eyes trailing up toward the manned wolf with a bit of a smoldering smirk. Perhaps she could skin the pelts later to be used within their cell? It would make a rather lovely addition. Enjoy your tour now, love. I have a spar to initiate... Turning around the beast began to lumber off.
✘ Ezequiel | Pronounced: e-zee-key-al | Male
✘ 3 years old physically
✘ Heterosexual/Heteroromantic | He/Him pronouns
✘ Ages in real time | January 10th
✘ Loyal to individuals
✘ Can have moments of unpredictability
✘ MUTATED UTAHRAPTOR [MAIN/BIRTH] | HEALTH: 100%
— Covered in black and gold shimmering scales he stands at 6'6 at the hip, is 23 ft. long and weighs 2,200 pounds. Several spikes jut from the length of his spine and some smaller ones can be found dotted along his body. Two lengthy horns decorated with jewelry sprout from his skull and between them lies a crest of soft fur. His eyes are a deep orange.
— major injuries:
— minor injuries:
✘ Personality type: ESTP
✘ perceptive | direct | practical
✘ insensitive | competitive | risk-prone | defiant
— ALL OPINIONS ARE IC
✘ Single | Crushing on nobody | Dating nobody
✘ Npc x Npc | Gen 01
✘ Close to Velveteen
✘ Friends with Velveteen
✘ Mentally: Hard | Physically: Extreme
✘ Will start fights | Will end fights | Will kill
✘ Attack in bold black
— PLEASE STOP, YOU'RE SCARING ME