Posts by Yueliang D.P.

TAGS ☆彡yueliang was akin to the moon, in the sense that he was stoic and silent. unwavering, but ever so isolated. by his own fault, as always, but whatever. hearing the familiar voice, his cranium would snap in the kitten's direction, blinking at them slowly as he did so. you want me to stomp around like a fucking hellion? he'd snap back, slightly unnerved by how much that would be a problem, for allie to run into him. another thing to worry about, but the child appeared to have enough sense to keep to them-self, or their crowd of people. finally noticing the bucket, he'd crinkle his nose slightly at it. what are you doing, runt?

TAGS ☆彡he wasn't exactly sure what he was working up to, anymore. everything felt disorientated, and weird. distorted, in a sense, and he was on uneven footing, unsure of what to do or where to go. his next course of action was unknown, to even him, but he'd keep relatively silent at the promotion. even if cory were to gaze at him, he wouldn't have noticed it, attention oddly vacant.

TAGS ☆彡roy's scent... was new? the maine coon would pause, muscles tense, feeling odd. although he too wanted to run forward, as others could so freely do, he found himself merely walking forward, at a slug's pace. underneath his happiness, he felt uneasy, and he knew why. although he had missed the male, he had often wondered if roy's place was truly here, amongst the cruel, coldhearted people that the exiles hosted. he had never wanted to place the two in different categories, but he'd be a fool, to ignore how kind at heart roy was, whilst he was not. he didn't want them to be of two different worlds, but he held no explanation to explain the divide he sometimes felt. now that roy was free again, and could feel at ease, would he, therein, flee by his own free will?

the thought was disheartening, but at the same time, he didn't entirely unwelcome it. he wanted what was best for the medic, regardless of his own selfish intentions and thoughts. before he knew it, he too was in the room, abet, pressed as far away as he could. he didn't like putting himself out there, into dangerous via his own free will. it would've been bad, however, to not at least see the medic. even if it was just one more time, he'd silently add to himself, it would be enough. stormy eyes would place themselves quietly upon roy, gaze unreadable, rather then bitter or angry. welcome back. out of all of the things he could've said, or wanted to say, it was lamest of them fucking all. oh well.

TAGS ☆彡the air was somber here. there was no room for insults, or bitterness, and he didn't particularly have the heart for it just now. death always did that to him- falling silent, almost sullen, helpless to do anything except wait. he didn't have to like cory, to simply wish him a quick and easy death. he knew... that this suffering... nobody wanted it. his gaze would move to ghoulian, oculars reflecting nothing, just a vacancy of light. do you need... help? he'd be useless, worthless, but he could try...

TAGS ☆彡others would be very foolish or very brave to threaten pyrrhic-sang so openly (or even privately). yueliang did not forget- yueliang did not forgive. he was unpredictable, foul mouthed, but oddly reliable. if he said he was going to do something (whatever it may be), he'd do it. adding vengeance onto the list would be a walk in the park for him. he had to be rather creative, after all, considering his natural disposition in regards to others. anyway, he, too, would saunter forth, fixating the stranger with a cold, unflinching gaze. he wasn't even sure why he approached, besides the fact that he was awfully bored.

TAGS ☆彡he was going to murder someone. or go insane by the end of it, he wasn't entirely sure. regardless, he was damn sure someone had gotten him sick and he wasn't pointing fingers or anything, but he was sure it was probably his brother. nasty, nasty, nasty. the word kept echoing in his mind no matter how much he tried to not think about it; he just shut down whenever he got sick. his attitude worsened severely and he just wanted to sleep. which wasn't fucking happening because he kept waking up because his body decided it was a good time to cough up a lung.

regardless, there was a dark aura around the maine coon, who sat (more like leaned) against one of the prison's cold walls. a handkerchief sat beside him, and at times, he'd use it promptly to erase whatever snot decided it was going to escape his nostrils. he did it, every single time, with a very effective flick of his wrist, and a murderous expression on his face.

TAGS ☆彡he hadn't meant to make pyrrhic-sang guilty, he had merely wanted the other to see what he saw. to feel, how he felt. but most importantly, to stop the bullshit. why did his brother have to be fine, when yueliang clearly was not? how had pyrr felt their relationship was, in the absence of what he had dared to not say? he had tried to keep his peace, honestly, but he had known a day such as this would come. he wasn't the type to keep anything in, regardless of whose conscious wanted to remain clean and clear. he said what he wanted to, and did just what he said. he wasn't a liar, by any means, in that regard.

his name is called, and for a daring second, he hopes it's roy. that he's returned, and everything has worked itself out. at the same time, does he truly wish for the other's return? his body betrays him, as it always does, and before he knows it, he's standing in front of pyrrhic-sang, if a bit dumbfoundedly. he blinks at his brother, quietly, and calmly, as if trying to suss the reason for why his name had been called out. seeing and hearing nothing out of the usual, he presumes that the world isn't ending, and beckons the other feline in with a cool swish of his tail.

no point in standing outside the cell talking, although, he's never been too fond of meeting others privately, either. taking a seat on his bed, he'd readjust himself, and blink, once more, at his brother. ye? he'd casually pop the question, as if they hadn't argued like madmen the other day. (to be fair, it had mostly been him being emotional, anyway).

TAGS ☆彡he wasn't sure why his way of speaking riled others up as it did. was it because he was too much of a smartass about things, or because he tended to curse more so then most? was it because his tonal change wasn't very obvious, or was he truly just that much of a bastard? he's never understood it, but then again, he's never bothered to change himself, either. that'd require work, and make him look as though he cared, which he didn't. he'd remain staring at athanasius, an unwavering and challenging sort of look. he didn't sense any threat from the other, but it wasn't as though he trusted people instinctively, either. it was more often, then not, that he hated any and everything that breathed, but that was besides the point.

he'd nod, slightly, pleasantly surprised that this one did not intend to sugarcoat things. this, too, he's never understood. the constant need to coat over things, to make a bad situation seem good. to tell one's emotions as they weren't, rather then what they were. how often, nowadays, were they actually okay? whatever it is, i hope you get it sorted, he'd respond back, decisively. yueliang couldn't offer good advice, or sage help that would alter their life or way of thinking. he could barely handle his own shit, as it was. however, and what most people failed to realize, that simply offering encouragement was more then enough. (even if his own wasn't up to par).

he had been right, then, to guess what the other was. despite his snarky attitude, he could be rather observant. he wasn't highly intelligent or anything, nor was he subtle, but he could see things and make a note of them. maybe that's why he wasn't dead yet, he supposed. would you train me? he dodged the question, with a question. it wasn't as though he meant to, he just wasn't, at first, unsure of what to answer. he's always held interest in medicine, but he was limited at what he could do, and whom he could interact with, especially since medicine was such a physical job.

a moment passes, before he realizes he's never really answered the question at all. ah. no. figuring he should try to somewhat explain, he'd hesitantly add. i wouldn't make a good... official student. he danced along the actual explanation, figuring it best to never indulge that particular information, as it could literally end up with his ass killed. maybe later, if trust was sown between the two. or if he was feeling in a particularly giving mood, he didn't know. after interacting with him for a long period of time, however, he knew it wasn't exactly hard to spot that something wasn't entirely right with him.

TAGS ☆彡an unreadable glint would enter his eyes, at the interaction between roy and cory. rather then to completely stare at the exchange, he'd simply tilt his cranium a bit, side glancing the room in which they were in. roy was lucky his stuff was still here and in one piece, too. although, anybody who had some sense, would know not to touch the medic's things. one day, he'd finally have an excuse to let others truly see how bad his personality could match with his actions. blinking a little, he'd return his attention to the medic, having spaced out for a bit. he'd acknowledge the other's first statement with a blank flicker of his ear. a lot had gone out of him, when he had argued with pyrrhic-sang that day. he was more sullen, and less snappy. he was happy for the two to rework their bond, but he was always wondering at what cost. therein, he truly was glad to see roy, but his reaction was a bit off, a bit worrisome.

dark eyes would shift, watching the medic's movements. he always had a lot of time to observant, when he wasn't talking shit. he made up for lack of intelligence and care with this trait, although, he couldn't say it was worth much. it had merely not gotten him killed, thus far. a sad achievement, he thought, when he was at his worst. sometimes, it was worth living, however. if he wasn't alive, he wouldn't be seeing roy, their former medic, being so cute. not that he'd admit to that. he'd snort at the situation, regardless, rolling his eyes out of habit, a tendency that happened whenever he thought a situation stupid. it was your cell before mine. i wouldn't dream of kicking you out. admittedly, his own experiment had gained him an unlikely friend in roy, but it wasn't as though he'd wish to go back on his work, either.

TAGS ☆彡since he was sick nowadays, and unwilling to do much, he was more exposed to the clan. namely, the amount of children they had running around. he wasn't good with kids, and wasn't ever planning on being so. however, when he plopped himself down randomly, too tired to continue walking, more often then not he was crowed with little touchy gremlins. he was lucky children were so stupid, and easy to fool, or they would've pounced him by down, on several different occasions. you don't wanna get sick like me, do you? he'd always snap at them, when the possibility of being touched would arise. he wished they'd take a hint, but whatever.

nevertheless, he hatched a plan of his own. a game for them, to keep them away from him, and for his own amusement, of course. he's seen a chicken, every now and again, wandering to and fro the territory. since it wasn't sentient, he could only assume it had been out looking for food. now, he's never messed with it before, and upon approach, it had been relatively docile and as equally as disinterested in him, as he was it. except for when he rudely snatched it up, put a bell around it's neck, and walked with it to the prison.

don't hurt it, was the only warning he'd give, before releasing the hen, bell and all. it didn't take long for the chicken to start running; the children, like the little mini devils they were, couldn't resist it.

TAGS ☆彡yueliang wasn't medically equipped or anything, nor did he have the knowledge to work on twisted, even if he was. he was just happy that someone had come over to help the struggling duo, so he didn't have to be the first to arrive, with nothing to offer. if you need anything else... he'd murmur in a low tone to roy, before shifting his gaze over the two, the wounded, and dying, alike.

TAGS ☆彡one would think that those that had dared to complain about the rat would've done something themselves. but no, they had to rely on a blind kid to do it for them. he almost snorted at the irony of it, but held it in. barely. walking over, he'd blink lazily over the group, not bothering to offer his input.

TAGS ☆彡he'd like to remind the worthless brat beside him that cory, abet not a very good one, was still their leader. not a bag of rocks, just sick and possibly dying. he didn't know the specifics of it, but it was clear to anybody, except, the one without sight. it didn't help that the kid stuck his tongue out at him, or that they wandered exactly over to cory, when the other had gained consciousness. get the fuck over here, alabaster. perhaps he should've tried a more gentle approach, but he was at his wits end, as it stood. annoyance and frustration pinned within the male, but he swallowed whatever other insult he might've tried next. instead, he'd try to soften his tone, and apply some logic, instead. cory just fell, that's all, ghoulian probably wants to look him over now, and you'll just be in the way.

TAGS ☆彡yueliang has always hated fake emotions. he's never understood why people did the things they did, and then complained about it later. he didn't understand, that others might not want to be brought down all the time. that's what reality was, wasn't it? there was no use in sugarcoating anything, and therein, he didn't really understand the leader's act of aloofness (or what another might assume as happiness, he can't tell the two apart). whatever, though; what made someone else happy, wouldn't obviously make him so. nose twitching slightly, the male would saunter over, not at all interested in story telling. however, it would've looked lame if cory just talked to stale air.

TAGS ☆彡children were children. if it moved, they gave chase. if they wanted something, they'd have it now, or everything was ruined. they were snot-nosed brats, loud, and annoying. he wanted nothing to do with them, and his attitude never changed, even when they were around. he was as toxic as usual, although, he had made something of a note in wulfric's case. it was simple, a brief reminder to not curse as much in his presence, as in the other's, or he knew roy would have his head.

he was rather atypical, wasn't he? he didn't take the easy path, or the hard path, and simply did whatever he wanted to. he could think out of the box, this little game a crude example of that. but he could also do whatever was the fastest and easiest, when it came down to it. whatever got people away from him, the fastest. he usually had a goal when it came to others- and that was to avoid.

he'd side eye roy's approach, a singular dark orb opening to acknowledge him. he had closed both of them, and rested his cranium upon a paw, but now, he didn't bother trying to nap. he'd grunt in acknowledgement to the first statement roy said, before aloofly shrugging. i'll put it in our room and hope for the best. it was a vague description of what he meant, but oh well.

TAGS ☆彡roy was too active in the face of sickness. was he a virus or something, leeching off of other people? or was he just that bored, wanting something to do? he had thought he had quietly escaped the prison cell, but here he was, being faced with the male once more. with roy being so overbearing, yueliang was uncertain how to feel. he felt bad about snapping at the male every now and again, but he also didn't exactly know how to take the kindness, either. he's always been bad at accepting things he doesn't think he deserves, and this wasn't helping his consciousness, at all.

he'd sigh under his breath, watching the male through narrowed eyes. do you like me or something? the sudden, serious question might've seemed out of place, and that's because it was. he merely wanted to advert the male's attention for a moment, so that he could slide the cup away. which, he'd attempt to childishly, jaw slightly set. he didn't want to take his medicine, doc.

TAGS ☆彡yueliang typically never opened the door for others, to be fair. they either waltzed in on their on, or he assumed roy was gonna get the door, cause he sure as hell wasn't. now, that didn't really work out when the medic wasn't around, but he had decided to not focus on that. brought his mood down, not that he deserved for it to be up or anything. a bit absentmindedly, the male would drag a paw across the other one, unsure of where to exactly look or how to even act. he had been cool in the moment, in inviting pyrrhic-sang in, but now he was simply awkward and uncertain. if anything, his brother was the least person he wanted to snap at, believe it or not.

shifting from time to time in his seat, his cranium snaps up at the random thump. he'd blink at pyrrhic-sang, unsure of exactly how to address that, before deciding not to. if his brother wasn't openly worried about his sickness, he wouldn't be, either. (although maybe he was, and yueliang just wasn't observing his brother, as often as he ought to). nothing stopping you, he'd reply evenly back, if a bit hesitantly. they'd never had a true heart to heart, or whatever people did nowadays. there's no one i'd blab to, anyway. he simply didn't talk to anybody, and that was the damn truth, abet a slightly sad one.

TAGS ☆彡oh, how the solaris kingdom would see that patrol. a mouthy brat, a diseased leader, and a temporary cripple. if he could muster the strength, he'd probably accompany them. as it stood, however, somedays he was simply too sick to even stand properly, or walk that much. damn sickness. have fun, he'd call dryly to the group.