12-18-2009, 11:15 PM
BITCH SLAP. :]
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The boy began to speak, rattling off who knew what in some foreign language. It sounded incredibly familiar -- not because Hybrid had spoken it at one point, but because he could have sworn he had heard it before. The boy spoke for some time, and instead of even attempting to try and figure out what he was saying, Hybrid pondered the question of the hybrid's origins. They were rough and rugged, and Hybrid knew them. He knew them, he knew them. And then realization struck: Syemv. The "pack" which had stolen some of their land and tried to make peace with them. The Syemv/ Aremys war had been a great time, when they had finally been able to rid themselves of their bothersome neighbours. Inferni did not do well with a wolf pack so close by. Hybrid stepped forward, examining the boy, trying to figure out if he knew him. Had Hybrid killed a brother of his? A sister? He had disposed of a Syemv wolf in the war; he knew that. This boy had to be one of them.[/html]
Sorry? I don’t understand zhese vords. Hybrid lost it. That was it. He could not do this for his entire fucking life. Wolf after wolf pretending they didn't get it. It was enough.
"Syemv scum! Like fuck you don't!" he roared, lurching forward and lashing out with his right foreleg. His clawed paw whipped out quickly, with the intention to slap the boy across the face. What a fucking tool.