12-09-2007, 12:32 PM
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Fine,the child remarked, though his fur did not flatten itself, nor did the glint in his eye that spoke of murder disappear. Instead, the tensed young coyote simply turned away from Samael, not caring whether he was struck down from behind by a brother who probably was lying (though he had no guarantee) and readied himself to leave. There was no point staying around for a fight that wouldn't happen, and he could find better victims to torture. Even his brother and sister would be better game for him than the older man was proving to be.
I'll k'll you tha' d'y,
he promised, and then he continued off in the direction he'd originally been going, still bristling quite magnificently from the encounter.