02-26-2009, 07:25 PM
Brennt had not come out of his last fight favorably. He had wounds that had needed tending, and had spent the next day doing very little, both because he had found a carcass to eat and could afford it, but also to idle his time away thinking of pleasant thoughts, something which his mother had taught him to do for when he felt down. Though he now didn't like the black female with the blue patterns, ever since meeting her he had been troubled by his desire to find a girl who finally would like him. He didn't plan forward for what would happen after consummation, but that was far enough to plan ahead for him. Still, thoughts of women brought to mind the few he had met in his life, and he had whiled away the previous day and much of this one just exploring the differences between them all through his memory, which was strangely particular on the subject of females.
Fern had been really pretty, but her liking Pallok made it hard for Brennt to truly like her. The girl with the blue stripes had been very exotic-looking, and he had liked that, he had liked it a lot until she attacked him. Hylfi was nice-looking also, but in a more mature way--she had been four--which at once made her both more exciting and also less, for she felt less accessible to someone with less experience like himself. He had--very briefly, seen another woman, older than Hylfi, walking on two legs, who had caught his eye a short time after running away from home after eating his baby brothers and sisters. That woman was both older, and exotic-looking, with long red-gold hair, which extended much further than the rest of her fur, down to her shoulders. She had been coyote, though, and his mother had told him coyotes were no good. After all, they were too small to be useful as allies, but they were big enough to eat some of the same foods as wolves. For the most part, they were bad news, and he had kept this in mind the day he had seen her. Now, though, with only a few girls to recollect in his repertoire, he found his mind going back to that image of her, over and over. Her more gracile form, which made Fern look strong by comparison, her smooth movements, which made Hylfi look decrepit, despite the fact that this coyote-woman smelled almost twice Hylfi's age. He supposed, now, that it wouldn't have been a bad thing to walk up to that coyote woman and ask her to be his, though a female that old and that pretty probably wouldn't have anything to do with him. If it had been Pallok, though...
He snorted, his anger flaring suddenly at the unwelcome thought, and stared down at his reflection in the crystal-blue water of the lake. His dull yellow eyes stared back up at him, and an angry furrowing of his brows twisted that ugly face even further. He bared his teeth and looked away, his anger slowly draining as he stared off into the forest, his upper lip going back down over his long canines as he sought the wind for a new smell.
Fern had been really pretty, but her liking Pallok made it hard for Brennt to truly like her. The girl with the blue stripes had been very exotic-looking, and he had liked that, he had liked it a lot until she attacked him. Hylfi was nice-looking also, but in a more mature way--she had been four--which at once made her both more exciting and also less, for she felt less accessible to someone with less experience like himself. He had--very briefly, seen another woman, older than Hylfi, walking on two legs, who had caught his eye a short time after running away from home after eating his baby brothers and sisters. That woman was both older, and exotic-looking, with long red-gold hair, which extended much further than the rest of her fur, down to her shoulders. She had been coyote, though, and his mother had told him coyotes were no good. After all, they were too small to be useful as allies, but they were big enough to eat some of the same foods as wolves. For the most part, they were bad news, and he had kept this in mind the day he had seen her. Now, though, with only a few girls to recollect in his repertoire, he found his mind going back to that image of her, over and over. Her more gracile form, which made Fern look strong by comparison, her smooth movements, which made Hylfi look decrepit, despite the fact that this coyote-woman smelled almost twice Hylfi's age. He supposed, now, that it wouldn't have been a bad thing to walk up to that coyote woman and ask her to be his, though a female that old and that pretty probably wouldn't have anything to do with him. If it had been Pallok, though...
He snorted, his anger flaring suddenly at the unwelcome thought, and stared down at his reflection in the crystal-blue water of the lake. His dull yellow eyes stared back up at him, and an angry furrowing of his brows twisted that ugly face even further. He bared his teeth and looked away, his anger slowly draining as he stared off into the forest, his upper lip going back down over his long canines as he sought the wind for a new smell.