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The white wolf's evident disappointment didn't even faze the one she believed to be Romeo. He just stared at her coldly and made no attempts to take the rabbit. Kiara felt like she had done the wrong thing by bringing the dead hare with her. He always tried to act like her friend, but when it came right down to it "Romeo" was not Kiara's friend. The only thing worse than his refusal to take her present was that Romeo seemed to not understand what "talking normally" was. All the arctic wolf wanted was for him to stop using those sickly sweet words, yet a look of confusion replaced his cold, hard stare. He didn't get it, which meant he was going to keep talking to her in a strange fashion. Kiara wasn't sure what to do as his words became sweeter and more flamboyant than ever.
Just when she believed that she would never hear the end of Romeo's strange babbling, his mannerism changed. His strange eyes became filled with hate and his voice overflowed with disgust. The coywolf's very way of speaking changed and all of the sweetness disappeared from his words. As he spoke Kiara's snowy ears flicked back and she leaned away, almost wishing for the overly sweet words to return. The more he spoke the more submissive she became. Slowly but surely her body lowered to the ground and her tail wrapped around her legs. By the time Romeo barked his question at her she was almost flat on her belly and her ear's were pinned back. Kiara's sapphire eyes were filled with confusion and the lack of understanding. What had caused the sudden shift in tone, his anger and disgust? "Why do you say such things?"
Pure of blood, higher beings. What did Romeo mean by that. Kiara couldn't help but think about herself, her inability to shift. Was that what he meant? Did Romeo hate non-luperci? Kiara thanked her lucky starts that she didn't tell Romeo about her inability to shift. Perhaps he would think less of her, or hate her... or hurt her. For a brief minute the young wolf panicked, her fear for Amy directed at Romeo. She wanted to run away and scream. Slowly she closed her eyes and fought away the fear, and after a moment she won and opened her eyes.
Kiara turned her head away, trying to be as submissive and respectful as possible. The arctic wolf was never one to be dominant, and her every instinct screamed at her to get lower. "No, I'm not. It's just you were sitting different than usual and I was wondering why."
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