09-12-2021, 08:00 PM
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@Reiko character progression for tib! where he eventually talks about how he's feeling. tiberius doesnt do emotions. but here... we learn.
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He had been wearing himself thin. He had known that, of course, but Tiberius had not been in the habit of slowing down. The brute had been stressed with the knowledge that Shiroshika hadn't a proper guarding system and in type Tiberius fashion, he took it upon himself to go overboard with it all -- especially after the fiasco with the cat, those wolves from the other mountain and Vera. He often became the wolf that held onto something and took it in, taking as much of the responsibility that he could, especially in the act of applying ones body because... well, that's what he was good at.
Tiberius had been trained for it, worked for it, was so fucking invested in it that he had tunnel vision that showed little else. Wanting to prove to Reiko that he could take her route of diplomacy and shifting his very nature for Shiroshika whilst fighting the desire to let it all out, Tiberius had allowed himself little time to sleep. Border patrol, marking the territory, border patrol again, hunting here and there, doing his usual training routine, and then some -- he repeated it when possible. Vera had held so much potential that Tiberius had become infuriated to learn she had thrown it all away for a moment of reliving the past and with it, he had looked to increase his daily routine.
His body had been thrown into overtime, his mind on one goal only: protect Shiroshika. Yet... it was so tiring, to pretend to be someone that not all of his being was. Had Reiko even noticed? Tiredly, he thought that at this point, he didn't care who did.
Tiberius had taken a trek from the Tundra, venturing towards the mountain ranges with full intent to let off some steam that wasn't on the ground of snow but very soon into his endeavor, he had come across trouble. The cat was not the tiger from the Tundra, that much had been obvious yet he had came across one equally as furious but not so willing to talk. Tiberius, tired and at the end of his rope, had been all too eager to engage the cat in his fury.
It had been his anger that had clouded him and it had been the fact that the cat had been only likely barely fresh into adulthood, inexperienced and nervous in fighting a creature it had likely not been exposed to yet, that had spared his life. Tiberius was good at fighting, trained and skilled for it yet he had not been on his game for a while and felines held claws that Tiberius' own were no match for. He sported fresh wounds on his shoulders and nicks of teeth here and there on his legs but the one that had the most concern was stretching from the side of his chin, up his face and over his right eye.
Split open with fresh flesh, Tiberius had hauled himself back to the Tundra with heavy breaths. He was close to home, he knew, but his head was swimming, from pain, from exhaustion, from some blood loss and he knew that he was not to step safely into Shiroshika. Tiberius huffed, inhaling shakily after as he felt his legs give way and down he went, dropping to the snow with a grunt and a thud. He noted that his face felt almost numb as it laid in the snow, white turning crimson and he could not bring it in him to care.
The man laid, feeling the cold against his body and there he stayed, perhaps only hoping that someone of his packmates may scent him on the wind. The other half? Well, the other half didn't totally care. ^^
He had been wearing himself thin. He had known that, of course, but Tiberius had not been in the habit of slowing down. The brute had been stressed with the knowledge that Shiroshika hadn't a proper guarding system and in type Tiberius fashion, he took it upon himself to go overboard with it all -- especially after the fiasco with the cat, those wolves from the other mountain and Vera. He often became the wolf that held onto something and took it in, taking as much of the responsibility that he could, especially in the act of applying ones body because... well, that's what he was good at.
Tiberius had been trained for it, worked for it, was so fucking invested in it that he had tunnel vision that showed little else. Wanting to prove to Reiko that he could take her route of diplomacy and shifting his very nature for Shiroshika whilst fighting the desire to let it all out, Tiberius had allowed himself little time to sleep. Border patrol, marking the territory, border patrol again, hunting here and there, doing his usual training routine, and then some -- he repeated it when possible. Vera had held so much potential that Tiberius had become infuriated to learn she had thrown it all away for a moment of reliving the past and with it, he had looked to increase his daily routine.
His body had been thrown into overtime, his mind on one goal only: protect Shiroshika. Yet... it was so tiring, to pretend to be someone that not all of his being was. Had Reiko even noticed? Tiredly, he thought that at this point, he didn't care who did.
Tiberius had taken a trek from the Tundra, venturing towards the mountain ranges with full intent to let off some steam that wasn't on the ground of snow but very soon into his endeavor, he had come across trouble. The cat was not the tiger from the Tundra, that much had been obvious yet he had came across one equally as furious but not so willing to talk. Tiberius, tired and at the end of his rope, had been all too eager to engage the cat in his fury.
It had been his anger that had clouded him and it had been the fact that the cat had been only likely barely fresh into adulthood, inexperienced and nervous in fighting a creature it had likely not been exposed to yet, that had spared his life. Tiberius was good at fighting, trained and skilled for it yet he had not been on his game for a while and felines held claws that Tiberius' own were no match for. He sported fresh wounds on his shoulders and nicks of teeth here and there on his legs but the one that had the most concern was stretching from the side of his chin, up his face and over his right eye.
Split open with fresh flesh, Tiberius had hauled himself back to the Tundra with heavy breaths. He was close to home, he knew, but his head was swimming, from pain, from exhaustion, from some blood loss and he knew that he was not to step safely into Shiroshika. Tiberius huffed, inhaling shakily after as he felt his legs give way and down he went, dropping to the snow with a grunt and a thud. He noted that his face felt almost numb as it laid in the snow, white turning crimson and he could not bring it in him to care.
The man laid, feeling the cold against his body and there he stayed, perhaps only hoping that someone of his packmates may scent him on the wind. The other half? Well, the other half didn't totally care. ^^
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