02-01-2009, 12:59 AM
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Nevah! So distracted. Last time she had be focused. Portraying confidence. Now she seemed awkward and somewhat broken. Yet there was some kind of purpose behind her being here. No matter how unsure of it she may be. It was something he had seen and experienced before. People didn't know how to feel when they came to him to ask for something or tell him something. He was an enigma to the great majority of his kind. They didn't understand why he did what he did. Even if they allowed themselves to believe that he was not just some crazed canine, coming to him made them awkward. Made them question themselves. He made no movements as she responded. Just stood there, hands in the pockets of his coat, as always. "Always," he said, conviction behind his voice. That was something else. People often thought him full of empty words and promises when he spoke of his life's mission and work. That couldn't be farther from the truth. He lived to stamp out injustice. It was the reason he breathed. "What is it? What did they do?" If she was going to send the coyote after someone, she had better have good reason. Good solid evidence.  |