08-16-2009, 06:31 PM
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The boy seemed sincere. Hemming felt almost guilty about the fatigue that he seemed to inspire, the complete loss of the frustrating spirit that seemed to occur. The words out of him like hot air, the gray wolf let his golden eyes fall to the other, observing the limpness in the trickster's body. Perhaps guilt was not warranted, but Hemming didn't like to see anyone so disheartened and he felt even worse to have caused it himself. His eyes moved to the ground for a moment, reflecting on what he said and searching for words he might have said that were so venomous to have cooled the Aston boy's hot blood. He waited for the other to say something, wondering if those words would be filled with spite or if they would hold the same dismay that his posture betrayed. With the sigh that escaped, Hemming looked back up to the other's face. There was a very unfamiliar look to Attila's eyes, and an even stranger tone of voice. Hemming listened carefully. In all honesty, the words escaping the younger wolf surprised him, and he was a little taken aback to hear them. Hemming's eyes stayed on him as he continued to speak, but did not move otherwise, his body still adopting a wide, unhappy pose. His eyes were hard but not unforgiving. When Attila had explained himself completely, Hemming paused for a second, sighing quietly. The gray male had never gone through a phase such as that, and indeed it was likely because he had been on his own for the most part while growing up. Hemming had never had anyone to pester, and no one pestered him. This was the first time he had ever encountered someone that had such a cruel time of it. "I forgive you," Hemming said at length, "But please, smarten up. I'm not going to tolerate antics like this anymore." The bit of tension that remained in his body after his previous words now escaped him. He stared at the boy for a few moments. The adult did think there was goodness in him, and saw a wolf that could, if he made the right decisions, grow up to be a very valuable member of the tribe. Hemming did not want Attila to think that he would hold any sort of grudge, and added as an afterthought, "Do you want to visit Ghostly Hollow some time, with torches and stuff so we can see what's down those hallways?" He had mentioned it last time they met, in a compromise for his unwillingness to go down them in the dark and die, but had never received an answer. The offer still stood. |