//time to make Andy feel terrible c;
Upon hearing of the resignation and, ultimately, the disappearance of his maternal friends, Andysixx swallowed back the mixed emotions that seemed to wash over his tongue, trying to get rid of the bitter taste that accompanied those feelings. He should have been here, he could have said goodbye. "Could have, should have, wasn't." a feminine voice murmured softly in his ear, or maybe it was his own thoughts chastising him. This was made bittersweet by the following promotion announcements and the reassurance that at least his closest friend was still around. "Congratulations on the promo, man," he muttered.
Soon, however, a new voice greeted him. He turned his head, attentive to their every word. This new person spoke his old name with a despondent emotion - sadness? nostalgia? guilt? bitterness? He couldn't place it. An eerie sense of familiarity settled over him. He knew them, although he didn't recognise them until they mentioned a name he had not heard in forever, a name that brought forth a flood of guilt and depression and pain and something that felt like need. Whitepaw? Andy's thoughts were incredulous, and he instinctively stepped forward as if to move closer to his best friend. He stopped himself, letting the rest of the words finally sink it.
"I think we've both changed a lot, Andypaw."
Yes, they had. They had both matured, physically at least. No guarantee that age had erased the childish nature Andysixx had accumulated at a child. Whitepaw - Saltcircles, he meant - had drastically shifted, but Andy automatically felt the all-too familiar urge to comfort him, to make him laugh and smile and he longed for the same warmth and safety that their relationship had brought upon him all the times before.
"But you left us, Andypaw, and you didn't say anything about it. You just left us all one day, and you had meant so, so much to me... Andy, I feel so betrayed. Don't you remember how you abandoned all of us?"
Not even a bullet to the brain would hurt as much as the guilt stabbing through his ribcage into his heart. He never wanted to hurt anyone, he didn't think he'd have this much impact. Andysixx especially had never wanted to wound his Whitepaw like this. He felt like he was going to throw up. "I'm so sorry..." he choked out, unable to think of anything more meaningful to say, not being able to think of something to say that would make it all better. He stared at Saltcircles with sad, guilt-filled stormy blue eyes, unable to tear his gaze away.
-- Basics
x Andysixx Xerses-Biersack
x 12 moons ; ages every 100 posts
x Warrior of BlizzardClan
x Male ; he/him
x Demi-panromantic Pansexual
x Single ; ex-crush is Saltpaw/Saltcircles
x NPC xx NPC
x Adopted brother of Recklesspaw
-- Powers
x Free Powers
x Shapeshifting
x Super Speed
x Super Strength
--Bodies
x [Main] White domestic -current-
x [Battle] White dragon
x [Angel] to be added
x [Canine] White German shepherd
x [Feline 2] Female White Domestic
-- Extra Info
x Wears a black bandana, silver cross necklace, black makeup, black lip ring/earrings and studded black leather fingerless gloves on forepaws
x Face claim is Andy Six(x)
x Suffers from ADD
x Constantly smokes and likes to drink
-- Combat Information
x Mental Difficulty is Medium
x Physical Difficulty is Medium
x No kill, ask for capture/maim, small injuries allowed
x Non-harmful gestures can be power-played
x Attack in bold #cc0000 or you may accidentally be overlooked