07-19-2009, 11:38 AM
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| http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c13/v ... blemew.jpg);background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom;"> Terribly sorry for the long wait - net problems :/ Also sorry for the crappiness here, takes me a while to get into posting again, usually. Word Count: 383 Her face changed in a brief moment at his first sentence. What, she came to him with aggression? True, in this case, although Inferni in general came at the world with aggression. What a silly remark to make, as if his clan were peace-lovers. Mew had been a peace-lover once, but the flock of coyote scum had ruined that illusion for her forever. Among other things. A mock smile crept up in the side of her mouth. It lingered for a moment as she gave his sentence some thought, but when she replied she was not as friendly as the smile could have been. Her voice was rough as she spoke, but not as laden with contempt as before. Truth be told she'd hated these individuals for so long, she'd forgotten that they were exactly that. Individuals. Don't pretend that your clan is something it is not. All of you come at everyone with aggression - you can't deny that, with your pretty skull fence around your borders. She paused, studying his face for a moment, feeling as if there was something she ought to know about him. By allowing yourself to carry their scent and live among them, you also accept what they stand for. And more often than not, it is war. One eyebrow rose as she looked at him, questioning him. What made him any different than the others? Was he a rebel within the clan? She doubted it. His voice sounded in his head again, and now the anger she carried around, every day, rose and fought to be released - her eyes widening in rage before she collected herself. He had done nothing to her, but Inferni had. Right now he was a representative of that clan, and he had better watch his step. Else she might prove to her brother once and for all that he was not the only one able to wreak havoc in their litter. Her voice was cold, as was her gaze, as she stared at him, blank-faced. You filth took my children. They'd sheltered a maniac cannibal among them. As if it was normal to run around in an alcohol haze and devour those of your own species. As if it was accepted. She had no faith in their judgement of personalities. |