04-09-2009, 03:58 PM
Sure. 
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He could see her from the distance. He watched, disinterested and curious, and trying to find a balance between these two states of mind. He could not decide. Instead, he watched her silently, refusing to decide whether he wanted to or not. Instead, he decided he just would. He would exist and continue existing like he always had, but with a certain kind of indifference he had never experienced until now. He smirked. He could taste the faint tinge of malice. It was always present, but not necessarily always known. It did not need to be. Not for what he used to for. His smirk widened.
He was moving. Long, gangly legs brought him to the wolf, who seemed to be lying half on her side and half on her back. It looked awkward and uncomfortable. As he neared, he realized she was lying on her side, appendages draped on the ground in various directions. She looked relaxed. Hybrid frowned and moved closer.
He was standing over her. He peered down at the woman, watching her with a mixture of indifference and boredom. "It's you, again," he stated. There was a slight pause between the you and the again. But it had no meaning. The words meant nothing. They were a greeting. They were words. They served no other purpose than to alert her of his obvious presence. They were neither cunning nor cruel. They were words.
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He was moving. Long, gangly legs brought him to the wolf, who seemed to be lying half on her side and half on her back. It looked awkward and uncomfortable. As he neared, he realized she was lying on her side, appendages draped on the ground in various directions. She looked relaxed. Hybrid frowned and moved closer.
He was standing over her. He peered down at the woman, watching her with a mixture of indifference and boredom. "It's you, again," he stated. There was a slight pause between the you and the again. But it had no meaning. The words meant nothing. They were a greeting. They were words. They served no other purpose than to alert her of his obvious presence. They were neither cunning nor cruel. They were words.