09-05-2009, 05:46 AM
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The young male sat still as he watched Urma go. It wasn't far, and she'd find it easily, certainly. Some minutes passed (he wasn't really paying attention to that), and she returned, shifted now. Emwe studied her with curiosity as she picked up the bird, leaf and all, and headed back in the direction of the spring. Why do that? He didn't understand. How would water help the bird? Maybe they were going to drown it, to put it out of its misery or something. It was probably in a lot of pain. His thoughts never ceased to revolve around the horrible state of the brid - and his guilt in it - as he trotted after the female, but slower than her. He was confused, but he realized the scene of their encounter had now been moved by the moving of the bird.
Slowly, he caught up with her as she had stopped by the spring, and when there he studied her again with a strange look. She'd... doused the bird? Something like it, anyway, because it was wet and she was holding it. He took some steps closer to the wolf and her hands' contents, peering at it. Urma showed him the bird and he simply stared, glancing up at her when she spoke. It was going to be o.k. now? Maybe. Hopefully? His spirits were perhaps lifted just an inch, and he felt that the feeling of despair and other bad things were going away a little bit. Then, the female said some words that reminded him of what he had done, but following them were some other very smart words! True, someone else might just have eaten her. And that would have been mean - or would it have been? Because he knew that they ate other things - they were supposed to! Perhaps it would have been mean if they chased after it and scared it first and then ate it, instead of just catching it right away. Emwe would have been able to catch the bird when he had first seen it (and he was a poor hunter thus far in life), so the chasing was really unneccessary. And that was what he had done but he hadn't done it to eat it, but to have fun with it. And that was something nice? He thought about this for a minute, before deciding that perhaps he wasn't cruel and mean after all. He wasn't certain, though, but maybe Urma was right and a little bit too smart for him. His tail moved as if to start to wag, before it slowed again. The boy was uncertain. He tried a weak response and a halfway heartfelt smile, directed at the female. "Maybe... so I wasn't mean?" His empathy got the better of him most of the time, but perhaps sense would win in this case.
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And sorry for the wait again. The university keeps ambushing me with assignments :[
The young male sat still as he watched Urma go. It wasn't far, and she'd find it easily, certainly. Some minutes passed (he wasn't really paying attention to that), and she returned, shifted now. Emwe studied her with curiosity as she picked up the bird, leaf and all, and headed back in the direction of the spring. Why do that? He didn't understand. How would water help the bird? Maybe they were going to drown it, to put it out of its misery or something. It was probably in a lot of pain. His thoughts never ceased to revolve around the horrible state of the brid - and his guilt in it - as he trotted after the female, but slower than her. He was confused, but he realized the scene of their encounter had now been moved by the moving of the bird.
Slowly, he caught up with her as she had stopped by the spring, and when there he studied her again with a strange look. She'd... doused the bird? Something like it, anyway, because it was wet and she was holding it. He took some steps closer to the wolf and her hands' contents, peering at it. Urma showed him the bird and he simply stared, glancing up at her when she spoke. It was going to be o.k. now? Maybe. Hopefully? His spirits were perhaps lifted just an inch, and he felt that the feeling of despair and other bad things were going away a little bit. Then, the female said some words that reminded him of what he had done, but following them were some other very smart words! True, someone else might just have eaten her. And that would have been mean - or would it have been? Because he knew that they ate other things - they were supposed to! Perhaps it would have been mean if they chased after it and scared it first and then ate it, instead of just catching it right away. Emwe would have been able to catch the bird when he had first seen it (and he was a poor hunter thus far in life), so the chasing was really unneccessary. And that was what he had done but he hadn't done it to eat it, but to have fun with it. And that was something nice? He thought about this for a minute, before deciding that perhaps he wasn't cruel and mean after all. He wasn't certain, though, but maybe Urma was right and a little bit too smart for him. His tail moved as if to start to wag, before it slowed again. The boy was uncertain. He tried a weak response and a halfway heartfelt smile, directed at the female. "Maybe... so I wasn't mean?" His empathy got the better of him most of the time, but perhaps sense would win in this case.
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