Binds and Brands

Break These Walls

*A/N* Sorry for the late update I had no computer

The day seemed quiet and drawn out, an empty room droning throughout the house and engulfing every noise.

The eeriness of it all was enough to pull everyone from their small tasks and gather them at the living room.

Their eyes were dead and glazed, but their faces were etched with curiosity as Geoff sighed and began to pour out an idea.

He cocked his head and stared at the lot -short one- staring back.

“We’ve got to show this bastards what we’re made of, you got me?” He said, arching his shoulders back to show no mercy.

“Trashing the place is but a must in this time. I don’t want a speck of rubble left in it’s place. Fight back.”

A few distant mumbles between the shoulders of the crew were heard, spelling slight confusion at the sudden alteration of the atmosphere.

Geoff cracked his back and sighed. “I want them dead. Revenge, if you’ll say.”

To say they were shocked would be an understatement. He’s spoke of revenge before, but to avenge a dead one would be something unheard of. It was dastardly and wrong but at the same time so exhilarating and forced upon it was like he never left.

“Of course, We need to be extra careful with the animal bits, the police are no different from the rest of them, and our rambunctious behavior could spell us out to be discovered easier. Dress for the weather, as we used to say.”

He left without saying another word, not even so much as ushering everyone out to prepare. Eventually, everyone dissipated into their own rooms and began to suit up.

Small ears were binded to hair with bandages, and a hat hastily thrown on top. Tails were tucked inside boxers and wrapped around legs to not make so much as a bump, and made nearly numb as to not move.

Geoff has had to chop his horns off time and time again, but they grow back so quickly it’s nearly a weekly thing to shave them down again so they don’t poke through his hats.

He can recall helping Ryan when he first began to follow in his footsteps, having to do it more then he, himself did on account that his grew out rather then around. It brought fond memories flooding to the ram, sending a warm feeling to his gut.

He hesitantly shook his head to hide away the thoughts for later, and pulled out the filer from his bedside table and began to smooth down the horns, which have grown soft from being fresh.

Binding wings has never been particularly easy, especially for someone so clumsy. The frequent needing of replaceable elastic fabric is a tedious task, but a done one. Tying knots along his chest and slipping on a large leather coat to conceal them was nothing abnormal, and almost common for someone with such pronounced animal appendages. Tying knots around his neck and to his legs further concealed the lump on his back, and he stepped forward, looking at himself in the mirror. One would almost be surprised by this display of human.

Rabbit ears were never fun to conceal, unlike kitten’s, they were heavily pronounced and not easily hidden. He’s been tempted to snip them off before, but unlike horns they wouldn’t grow back. Recently Ray has been tucking goggles underneath his beanie to form some sort of container for his ears, and it worked for a good amount, but his ears are extremely sore after. He simply couldn’t do that for today, considering the possible length and likely activity.

Something catches his eyes

Headbands?

Why not?