05-21-2009, 03:08 PM
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Honoré kept his trap shut on the way there, keeping both of his eyes on the fur ball walking ahead of him. A billion questions plagued his mind, all of them pertaining to his littermate. He didn’t say anything though, fearing that little Noir would change her mind and decide to lead him astray. She didn’t seem like a mean pup, but she was angry. Angry children often did terrible things. She had already called him a girl-man and a ho-man, amongst many other things. And according to her, his eyes were the color of light poo. Why was he even following her?
“You walk like penguin,” he said, suddenly seeking revenge for the insults she’d thrown at him. He had nothing else to do; picking on her would prove to be entertaining until they got there. The five-year-old male mimicked the way she wobbled about; exaggerating her every movement. Honoré didn’t torment her for long though, because the pup eventually stopped walking. They were close to what he assumed to be the family den. Noir confirmed that assumption when she called out for her mommy and blurted out everything he’d done. “Tattletale!” Damn kids. This meant war! He’d tell her mother everything she’d done, starting with the petty little insults.
Honoré kept his trap shut on the way there, keeping both of his eyes on the fur ball walking ahead of him. A billion questions plagued his mind, all of them pertaining to his littermate. He didn’t say anything though, fearing that little Noir would change her mind and decide to lead him astray. She didn’t seem like a mean pup, but she was angry. Angry children often did terrible things. She had already called him a girl-man and a ho-man, amongst many other things. And according to her, his eyes were the color of light poo. Why was he even following her?
“You walk like penguin,” he said, suddenly seeking revenge for the insults she’d thrown at him. He had nothing else to do; picking on her would prove to be entertaining until they got there. The five-year-old male mimicked the way she wobbled about; exaggerating her every movement. Honoré didn’t torment her for long though, because the pup eventually stopped walking. They were close to what he assumed to be the family den. Noir confirmed that assumption when she called out for her mommy and blurted out everything he’d done. “Tattletale!” Damn kids. This meant war! He’d tell her mother everything she’d done, starting with the petty little insults.