05-21-2009, 01:59 PM
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Again, his attention focused on what the girl was doing. She was scrawnier than Gabriel, so he assumed that she couldn't be his child. But when she shot the bird down and it did not move again, Lubomir felt his blood run cold. A bunch of psychos, that's what they were. Killers from infancy. He growled low in his throat. He couldn't exactly make her leave, since she wasn't in the Dahlia territories and to claim that she was would be a huge faux pas. But to see it... to see murder from one so young. Perhaps if he reasoned with her she would understand. She wasn't a child, not really. Walking towards the tree, tail held high, the wolf had to restrain himself from shouting at her. What would she know of murder and death? Perhaps it was simply morbid curiosity. "You should come down or you'll really hurt yourself." Would that do it?
Don't touch too much - you touch too much
Lubomir stood outside the borders, watching the little girl and her approach. His eyes narrowed slightly as her scent drifted on the wind. She reeked of coyote and once more he mentally questioned exactly what Cercelee and Gabriel had agreed to. He was allowed to send his scrawny children to spy on them, assuming that they would be safe because no decent wolf would murder them? There was some truth in there, sure. Insofar as Lubomir was concerned, anyway. As the leader of his pack had pointed out, his role as Ambassador was to be almost her second in command, at least in terms of peace keeping. With the pack growing almost daily, it seemed, there was no way that Dahlia could afford another war. No way at all. Which was not to say that some wouldn't crave the opportunity to pick bones with Inferni, but the leadership here, broken and dual as it was, would not allow it. Lubomir felt almost relieved that Cwmfen had taken such a high standing in the pack. He did not trust Haku, for all their shaky truce and Cercelee would not be able to defend herself, should the brute attack.Again, his attention focused on what the girl was doing. She was scrawnier than Gabriel, so he assumed that she couldn't be his child. But when she shot the bird down and it did not move again, Lubomir felt his blood run cold. A bunch of psychos, that's what they were. Killers from infancy. He growled low in his throat. He couldn't exactly make her leave, since she wasn't in the Dahlia territories and to claim that she was would be a huge faux pas. But to see it... to see murder from one so young. Perhaps if he reasoned with her she would understand. She wasn't a child, not really. Walking towards the tree, tail held high, the wolf had to restrain himself from shouting at her. What would she know of murder and death? Perhaps it was simply morbid curiosity. "You should come down or you'll really hurt yourself." Would that do it?
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