OOC: table code, image, and Filler © Jacoby; 558 words
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To think that Marik had started off happy about this encounter but now that happiness was ebbing away. The potential playmate was slowly turning into an enemy. And well Marik wasn’t used to being hated. He had a ton of friends in Germany but that wasn’t so here. He couldn’t name off a single one. That was really pitiful. He had been in this country how long and couldn’t think of a single being to call a friend? And it wasn’t that he hadn’t tried either. He had but things weren’t coming as easy for him as he was used to. And of course that had started to eat away at him. But it didn’t stop him from trying still. Though he was starting to feel like a failure over and over again. And this encounter just made things worse. This wasn’t at all how he thought that things would go.
Hardly any of his questions were answered and so that had backfired. The answers he did get weren’t fulfilling. They just left him feeling hollow inside. So the other was only around because he was hungry. But why did he stay? Why didn’t he just eat and leave? But now Marik knew better than to ask. He wasn’t going to get an answer. All he was really doing was wasting his time here. And he wasn’t even getting any sort of entertainment from it either. But he was feeling too down in the dumps to get up and return to the mansion. Again the thought of just going home to Germany was sounding better than keeping his promise to his brother and remaining here. Was this what homesickness was all about? Except he didn’t really miss Germany itself but just the easy way of things there. He didn’t exactly miss his friends but missed having them to turn to so that his boredom could be eased.
He held no ill will towards the other. He didn’t care for harming anyone. He saw no reason to hate anyone. He had no prejudices at all. Again it was something that could separate him from the clan he was staying with. He didn’t believe in the war. Didn’t really want a part in it. No one had done anything to him and so he didn’t see why he needed to go against others. And even if someone did then he most likely couldn’t find it in himself to be vindictive. That just wasn’t who or what he was. He was all about making love, not war. And that was in quite the literal terms of the words. But that wasn’t working out for him either.
He barely heard the words, having mostly lost himself in his own head and depressing thoughts. But even though he had heard the words they weren’t acknowledged. What was the point? There was nothing he could say that could change the situation so why even bother? His tail curled close to his body and ear fell against his head as he seemed to sink even more into himself. The happy and playful mood of just a few minutes ago had completely vanished at this point. Instead silent tears pressed onto his cheeks as he stared unseeingly into the sand. Right now the world was lost to him as a state of seeming depression set in.
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