the 13th hour • DISCOVERY THREAD

His offer having been turned down, Leatherface seemed perplexed at her suggestion that he had some alternative motive for his presence. The beast shifted in place, it was obvious then he seemed uncertain as to what had lead him here. If he had better control of his own thoughts and translating them into words, he might've simply said chance or fate. And yet there was a reason for being so far, something he'd been pushing from his mind.

His ears flattened against his skull. He remembered then, he wasn't suppose to leave the island. That had been his alpha's command, and he had gone against it. For no other reason than... he did not wish to be confined so strictly any longer. In many ways he felt he was still loyal, but he now questioned his ties since he'd gone against Ypres' law. Would she too sentence him to death?

J-Jail...? The word felt foreign, but it suited what he felt towards the island, so he pressed himself to continue, finding it difficult. Island... jail. Come... here... far. Like here. Oblivious to how it sounded, and perhaps painted him in a negative light.