10-15-2009, 07:05 PM
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At the corner of his mouth, there was a twitch. One that might have been a snarl, if not for the fact it suddenly hooked up, turning into a vicious smile. It was more mad then anything else; a challenging, dangerous smile. It belonged to his father, and turned his wolfish visage terrible. He exhaled a breath of laughter, but there was no heart in it. “Since when?” He hissed, lips pulling back, dark whiskers curling up towards his muzzle. After all, she had not raised him. A dead woman had. She had done nothing more then give him life. Give him a home. Abandon him twice over. Resentment rose in his chest, something old and brittle, the ghost of the brother that had died before him. “You better fucking watch him,” he warned, voice dropping a dangerous octive. “If you don’t he’s going to end up just like Andre.” |