11-23-2007, 02:29 PM
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sorry this took me so long!
When the youthful tyrant boy showed his teeth in what Endymion assumed was a growl, the russet coyote's brittle fur stood on end. The c0y0te pup was a rotten little thing. He had to be, if he felt the need to threaten little Legacy. Ready to bound out of the protective shade of the trees, Endymion was surprised and pleased to see the little pup stand her ground and refuse the other's bait. The Graduierter smirked, delighted by the level-headedness of his young sister. Nevertheless, the other would no doubt have more sparring experience on Legacy, being one of the 1nferni legion and all. The two-year-old would not give him the opportunity to draw an ounce of her blood, or disturb her down-like puppy fur.
Revealing himself by stepping onto the sand and into the open, Endymion trotted toward them in an amiable fashion, despite the aggravation he was feeling. It was best, he figured, to act like he had not seen a thing. Perhaps his presence would be enough to calm the boy's chaotic spirit. A few yards from the pair he gave them a quick grin, and then called out to them with the cheerfulness of a canary: "Hey there, Legacy. Who's your friend?"
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