you can't make dirt clean

Element · 01-11-2011, 09:19 AM

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no worries! Element himself spends a lot of time in his head :3 awww, maybe him and harlowe could be friendies! wc: 298

Element cupped his ears towards the young wolf as he stated that Element liked wolves. "I've found that they're not so bad as my kind think," he said sagely. Over his years, he'd gotten over his own premonition that all wolves and canines in general were evil. Perhaps the one that had killed Flower, his loved Flower, was evil, yes - but that didn't mean all were evil any more than all cats loved reading and literature or that all snails liked being stuck on kitten's noses, which had happened to Element as a small kitten. He had learned that canines could be good or bad, beneficial and malevolent - all at the same time, even. It had taken a while for him to learn this, but now he was open-minded - better than he had been a while ago. Yes, he supposed he 'liked' wolves.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Harlowe," he said conversationally. He looked about, past to the ocean and out to the sky, wanting to continue the conversation with this little young wolf. "The sea is so wide," he said, his eyes trained on the blue expanse that widened out before them - the Atlantic. It was just an inane comment - he hadn't intended to go much with it, so he turned back to the youngster. "Do you come here much?" he asked. He had to admit that he himself did not - he had come here after learning that there was an ocean here; he didn't particularly like the closeness to the Bird Hill pack, but he was confident that they wouldn't seek him out here, since he wasn't trespassing - and he could outclimb most canines.

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