11-04-2007, 01:01 PM
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The fact that his older half-brother did not hate the wolves like his mother supposedly had, and like Hybrid did, was of little significance to him. He did not like Gabriel, and he did not trust him, nor did he trust Arkham all that much. He didn't really trust anybody but himself, and it would likely always be like that. Friends were for pansies, those who believed they truly did need the lives of others to hold on to their sanity. He had no desire to rely on others, and his will to be independent was much stronger than when it was first examined. Perhaps he was obsessed with it; that would be determined in time.
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The fact that his older half-brother did not hate the wolves like his mother supposedly had, and like Hybrid did, was of little significance to him. He did not like Gabriel, and he did not trust him, nor did he trust Arkham all that much. He didn't really trust anybody but himself, and it would likely always be like that. Friends were for pansies, those who believed they truly did need the lives of others to hold on to their sanity. He had no desire to rely on others, and his will to be independent was much stronger than when it was first examined. Perhaps he was obsessed with it; that would be determined in time.
His brother seemed to have no qualms with the wolves, which thoroughly disgusted the slightly older coyote. He frowned at the other grey boy, waiting for some explanation for the wolf-loving ways, justifying it by bringing their father into the picture. In his opinion, the hybrid was a waste of space. If he must live amongst the wolves and if he preferred it to the life Inferni had to offer them, that was his problem; Andre had no use for Laruku.
Yes, I w'll,
he answered in all seriousness to the question of eating people. Why not? They ate rabbits and stuff, didn't they? And dad's no' worth our time. He's a weaklin' li'e the wolves.
They were the superior creatures. Inferni would have them all, eventually, on their knees.