09-18-2012, 04:52 PM
The praise would mean something to him, but later, it was always later. He would work for the strength of the pack using his own strength to better it. It would become great, greater than any other packs out there. His mouth tightened into a line and the thick knotted scars across his face distorted unnaturally. The buzzing stopped as the third queen found the last unoccupied hive and crawled her way inside. He would watch over them now and hopefully their colonies would grow and grow and in time he could make more hives.
He turned to face Skye, his eyes narrowed slightly, trying to find meaning beneath her words. It was foreign to him the idea that somebody would actually care rather than just judge him. Everybody else had done so apart from his family so was it any wonder he had not accepted other people into his circle, the circle of color. He turned his head away and up, watching the clouds for a moment before speaking,
"I am damaged, I have been my entire life."
He turned to face Skye, his eyes narrowed slightly, trying to find meaning beneath her words. It was foreign to him the idea that somebody would actually care rather than just judge him. Everybody else had done so apart from his family so was it any wonder he had not accepted other people into his circle, the circle of color. He turned his head away and up, watching the clouds for a moment before speaking,
"I am damaged, I have been my entire life."