06-18-2009, 08:25 PM
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And it was in that instance, too, that Catalyst was simply too underdeveloped at this point to have a clear prospective on things, no less put things into critical perspective. Whether it was realized or not, the two puppies were in the same circumstances, and perhaps that was where the strange chemistry brought them together. Things certainly got off to a more than rocky start, but then again the situation was slowly morphing into something that was, at the most, comprehendable to those who have been hurt by their mothers wrongfully in their lives.
Catalyst wished things didn't happen the way they did, and for one thing, the ivory girl didn't think she could ever forgive the tawny puppy for the action he bestowed upon her. No matter if they made up, no matter if things were headed on the right track, Catalyst didn't deserve it. The realization of her situation and sudden harshness of the boy was something she did deserve, but not the head blow to the chest. That would be akin to a forever wound itself made upon her, something that couldn't easily be forgotten. And it was insanity for Catalyst herself to even come muzzle to muzzle at this boy now without inflicting more damage for what he had done. The real Catalyst wouldn't stand for it, her siblings even knew of such. She was the dominant one in her mind, her control of the situations was what dictated what would happen.
But this situation, this was different. Perhaps a little too different that it caused an emotion storm of confusion in her, wondering why she was being so tame to the one who was cruel and hurtful.
Her dual eyes could see whatever inner torment the cute boy was experiencing, and for awhile she didn't say a word until his muzzle extended forward to where his nose happened to touch with her own. This unto itself was stunning, for she wasn't expecting a cold, wet, soft touch to the nose from this cutely put boy, which made his gesture seem even more endearing from him. And the touch, this was certainly different from the nosing that was experienced with her brothers or from an adult. This was from a stranger, and this caused a whole mess of confused emotions to rise, none of which she ever felt before. The nosing touch felt somewhat comforting, delicate, innocent. His cold snout nearly tickled her own, and she was compelled to pull away from such a little sensation. It was then that she did, and from that her tongue couldn't help to give a quick, innocent lick of his nose then. Yuck! Licking slobber! That was okay, though; Catalyst didn't seem to mind it. There had then appeared a small smile on her china doll facade, sniffling once again, and the very softest of giggles to be heard from her at her gesture to him.
And it was in that instance, too, that Catalyst was simply too underdeveloped at this point to have a clear prospective on things, no less put things into critical perspective. Whether it was realized or not, the two puppies were in the same circumstances, and perhaps that was where the strange chemistry brought them together. Things certainly got off to a more than rocky start, but then again the situation was slowly morphing into something that was, at the most, comprehendable to those who have been hurt by their mothers wrongfully in their lives.
Catalyst wished things didn't happen the way they did, and for one thing, the ivory girl didn't think she could ever forgive the tawny puppy for the action he bestowed upon her. No matter if they made up, no matter if things were headed on the right track, Catalyst didn't deserve it. The realization of her situation and sudden harshness of the boy was something she did deserve, but not the head blow to the chest. That would be akin to a forever wound itself made upon her, something that couldn't easily be forgotten. And it was insanity for Catalyst herself to even come muzzle to muzzle at this boy now without inflicting more damage for what he had done. The real Catalyst wouldn't stand for it, her siblings even knew of such. She was the dominant one in her mind, her control of the situations was what dictated what would happen.
But this situation, this was different. Perhaps a little too different that it caused an emotion storm of confusion in her, wondering why she was being so tame to the one who was cruel and hurtful.
Her dual eyes could see whatever inner torment the cute boy was experiencing, and for awhile she didn't say a word until his muzzle extended forward to where his nose happened to touch with her own. This unto itself was stunning, for she wasn't expecting a cold, wet, soft touch to the nose from this cutely put boy, which made his gesture seem even more endearing from him. And the touch, this was certainly different from the nosing that was experienced with her brothers or from an adult. This was from a stranger, and this caused a whole mess of confused emotions to rise, none of which she ever felt before. The nosing touch felt somewhat comforting, delicate, innocent. His cold snout nearly tickled her own, and she was compelled to pull away from such a little sensation. It was then that she did, and from that her tongue couldn't help to give a quick, innocent lick of his nose then. Yuck! Licking slobber! That was okay, though; Catalyst didn't seem to mind it. There had then appeared a small smile on her china doll facade, sniffling once again, and the very softest of giggles to be heard from her at her gesture to him.
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