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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2]ic; Forwardmotion had never screamed like this before. His voice had grown louder, deeper, wavering like you could almost hear the crests and troughs of the soundwave of his voice. Whether he was panicked or not, you couldn't tell; but it was obvious that the cougar didn't know what was going on, or why seemingly his own voice was in a crescendo...when his mouth was shut.
"Masters!" he shouted worriedly over the noise, suddenly feeling exhaustion hit him like a car on the freeway. His nose had started to bleed when he began, and now pain erupted in his head, blossoming like some sick vines that crept into each and every corner of his cranium.
He felt like dying. The noise still continued to grow without Forwardmotion's control, leaving him to crumple to his knees, clutching his head. "Masters! Masters, please... I've been a good slave, haven't I?" he murmured quietly, shame welling up inside him as quickly as bile. This; this was obviously an attack! A slaughter designed to kill him, maim him, mark him for what he really was, at the core of his being: inferior. It didn't matter how nice they all seemed to be... Terra, Commander, hell, even Tharja, they weren't his allies. They were all Jaggedastronomy at the core, probably laughing at the prospect of his death right now, while Forwardmotion writhed in agony from the pulsations in his head to the noise that blocked anything else.
It stopped. Was he dead? He must have been; yes, that's what it was. He was a fetus, now, swimming around in his mother, his new mother, awaiting a slave's life as it should be; without pride, without conscious thought. No room for a voice of his own; ironic, really, given the last episode he had...
No, wait. He wasn't a newborn child, like customary; he was still on the ground, the Noxian ground, his head still pounding and nose still dripping blood.
Not daring to move too rapidly, the cougar slowly sat up, wiping away the tears that had pooled underneath his eyes. The prospect of leaving... no, of being betrayed... he didn't wish to think about it any longer.
"M...Masters? Wa...Was I attacked?" he asked, head down to the ground and body trembling from weakness.
[ ugggh i apologize for inactivity! mo will be more active from here on out ]
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