08-22-2009, 04:05 PM
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mall-caps;">falling from grace now, for you
this is why you should run
There were some wolves who were kind; there where some wolves who pretended to be kind, because they could not come across such an attitude naturally; and there were some wolves who just were not. Merit was the latter; he would never force himself to be kind, just for the sake of being nice to someone. No, the only instance that the dark brute would fake kindness would be when manipulating an individual, when he knew that his usual persona would not get him what he wanted. And he could, when he wanted to do so, act kind quite successfully — it was just a matter of forcing his expression to appear more welcoming, twisting his words so they sounded warm, and not allowing the other to see what his real intentions were. Niceness, for him, was a façade, a method for using others.
The paler wolf seemed to just generally be nice. It seemed as though he was giving the dark male the benefit of the doubt, which was highly unwise. The other, though — the one that had arrived last — could have been either nice, or the type who pretended to be nicer than he actually was. He glared from wolf to wolf as they spoke, pausing on the first male for a moment longer — there was something about the pale creature that irritated him, made his blood hot. They both gave their names, but he did not bother to try to remember them, nor did he even hint at wanting to give his. He took several steps forward, which would have been interpreted as some sort of acceptance of his company, but in fact had more menacing an intention.
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this is why you should run
There were some wolves who were kind; there where some wolves who pretended to be kind, because they could not come across such an attitude naturally; and there were some wolves who just were not. Merit was the latter; he would never force himself to be kind, just for the sake of being nice to someone. No, the only instance that the dark brute would fake kindness would be when manipulating an individual, when he knew that his usual persona would not get him what he wanted. And he could, when he wanted to do so, act kind quite successfully — it was just a matter of forcing his expression to appear more welcoming, twisting his words so they sounded warm, and not allowing the other to see what his real intentions were. Niceness, for him, was a façade, a method for using others.
The paler wolf seemed to just generally be nice. It seemed as though he was giving the dark male the benefit of the doubt, which was highly unwise. The other, though — the one that had arrived last — could have been either nice, or the type who pretended to be nicer than he actually was. He glared from wolf to wolf as they spoke, pausing on the first male for a moment longer — there was something about the pale creature that irritated him, made his blood hot. They both gave their names, but he did not bother to try to remember them, nor did he even hint at wanting to give his. He took several steps forward, which would have been interpreted as some sort of acceptance of his company, but in fact had more menacing an intention.