[Ishu]

December 14th, Chicago. Sewer #17. Outpost.

The news brought everything in him to a stop as if an explosion had happened right by his ears. He thought he could barely hear anything, eyes wide as he staggered inside of his own body, fighting for control. He shifted up against the wall with an arm propped up to keep him steady. He choked back a should as he tried to breath, his gaze stuck to the ground. She couldn't walk.. she couldn't walk. Someone had cut her up-badly, from the inside. "They.... they crippled her." His voice was low, quiet, shocked.

With fingertips burrowing into the cement wall, they scraped along as he started to fall to the ground. The process was slow but he couldn't be stopped He fell down and then onto his back, hands slapped over his eyes as teeth ground together. "What.... what the FUCK!?" Amante jerked up, slamming a fist into the wall with his other hand still shielding his face. Air surged out from between his tight, gritted teeth, along with a dab or two of saliva. He was furious and wasn't sure how to handle it. Lines of fur were tearing out from under his skin as proof of his frustration and, quite likely his hatred.