11-11-2011, 07:41 PM
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Her words rankled him slightly, he didn't give a rat's ass about what the cat thought of him but remained silent with a dark and brooding look upon his face. Concerns for his daughter occupying his mind for the time being, he wondered after her and how she was coping in Anathema. He felt sadness wash over him as blackness filled his heart at the rift that had developed between them. They had once been so close like two birds of a feather. And now? They floated apart, separated by an uncrossable chasm. It was enough to turn his stomach and the man expected grey hair to begin appearing any time soon.
He exhaled softly and turned to the collieish woman, the spark of sadness reflecting in his white eyes and bowed comically for her amusement,
"As you wish, Mademoiselle." The grin that accompanied it didn't quite reach his voice or the rest of his expression. A true fact for concern if his more depressed feelings couldn't be covered up completely, usually the man was a master of self control and expressions. The cocks struggled as he picked them up last by their legs. They couldn't do as much damage when held upside down although they kicked up a mighty fuss.
"These are not for fighting. They are for breeding and then eventually eating or trading." He didn't agree with the sport of fighting animals, he thought it was cruel and unnecessary but didn't say anything more on the subject just shrugged his shoulders and closed the chicken wire door to their cage. The current Anathema flock consisted of a single rooster and hen along with their twenty or so chicks. The resident cock and the two new ones sized each other up at either side of the bars. Thier feather fluffing up.
Her words rankled him slightly, he didn't give a rat's ass about what the cat thought of him but remained silent with a dark and brooding look upon his face. Concerns for his daughter occupying his mind for the time being, he wondered after her and how she was coping in Anathema. He felt sadness wash over him as blackness filled his heart at the rift that had developed between them. They had once been so close like two birds of a feather. And now? They floated apart, separated by an uncrossable chasm. It was enough to turn his stomach and the man expected grey hair to begin appearing any time soon.
He exhaled softly and turned to the collieish woman, the spark of sadness reflecting in his white eyes and bowed comically for her amusement,
"As you wish, Mademoiselle." The grin that accompanied it didn't quite reach his voice or the rest of his expression. A true fact for concern if his more depressed feelings couldn't be covered up completely, usually the man was a master of self control and expressions. The cocks struggled as he picked them up last by their legs. They couldn't do as much damage when held upside down although they kicked up a mighty fuss.
"These are not for fighting. They are for breeding and then eventually eating or trading." He didn't agree with the sport of fighting animals, he thought it was cruel and unnecessary but didn't say anything more on the subject just shrugged his shoulders and closed the chicken wire door to their cage. The current Anathema flock consisted of a single rooster and hen along with their twenty or so chicks. The resident cock and the two new ones sized each other up at either side of the bars. Thier feather fluffing up.