08-30-2009, 11:57 PM
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The nameless man seemed intent on remaining that way. Perhaps he was just introverted, and Kansas really should not feel quite as nervous as he did right now. He knew that some shyer individuals came across as mean-spirited simply because they didn't talk much, and it was unfair to lable them as such. The sandy wolf grinned a bit more genuinely when the ebony man took a few steps forward, wishing to encourage him. He was simultaneously trying to dismiss the worry that was performing a cold, shivering tap-dance along his spine.
The nameless man seemed intent on remaining that way. Perhaps he was just introverted, and Kansas really should not feel quite as nervous as he did right now. He knew that some shyer individuals came across as mean-spirited simply because they didn't talk much, and it was unfair to lable them as such. The sandy wolf grinned a bit more genuinely when the ebony man took a few steps forward, wishing to encourage him. He was simultaneously trying to dismiss the worry that was performing a cold, shivering tap-dance along his spine.
Charon asked a rather surprising question; Kansas wasn't sure what had led the other to the suspicion that he was a Crimson Dreams wolf. And even more unexpected: he was right. Perhaps he'd visited there before--the Sadira had no idea that it was this pale man had been the one to pull the thorn out of his daughter's paw a short while ago. "Er, yeah, actually; what made you ask?" he queried curiously. Kansas threw a glance toward the looming ghost, the stranger who stood silently in front of them, realizing that he could possibly be feeling left out at the moment. "Where are you two from?"
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