06-18-2011, 11:46 PM
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HIDE YOUR INNOCENCE BEFORE THEY SEE RIGHT THROUGH
Cerulean eyes continued to glare up at the older male as he spoke once more, subtly taunting words greeting his ears. Despite the boy's dismissive front, it was hard to deny that part of him listened in with the ever-present curiosity of youth. What could they possibly do that would require apprehension from the brave little Jackson? Yet it seemed he wasn't going to get any answers, instead receiving a cryptic warning that likened the male to a devil. The significance of this went over the hybrid boy's head, and he snorted in response. What was that even supposed to mean? As far as Jackson was concerned, this only proved that his earlier warning had all been a bluff.
The feelings of disdain were most certainly mutual. In his short life so far, Jackson could not recall feeling so angry toward another. In New Brunswick, things had been simple, and no one had treated him in such a way, but here in Anathema it seemed that it was either a hit or a miss with his packmates. He almost wished that his father hadn't decided to move all the way out here. The youth watched the crimson-eyed man turn, eyes still fixed in a glare at his retreating form. A moment went by in which the boy remained standing vigilant alongside his treasure, wanting to be certain that the male would not be returning. Satisfied that their encounter had truly come to an end, the hybrid bent down, grabbed the blanket between little puppy teeth once more, and resumed his trek back to his family's den.
The feelings of disdain were most certainly mutual. In his short life so far, Jackson could not recall feeling so angry toward another. In New Brunswick, things had been simple, and no one had treated him in such a way, but here in Anathema it seemed that it was either a hit or a miss with his packmates. He almost wished that his father hadn't decided to move all the way out here. The youth watched the crimson-eyed man turn, eyes still fixed in a glare at his retreating form. A moment went by in which the boy remained standing vigilant alongside his treasure, wanting to be certain that the male would not be returning. Satisfied that their encounter had truly come to an end, the hybrid bent down, grabbed the blanket between little puppy teeth once more, and resumed his trek back to his family's den.
YOU MUSTN'T DISAPPOINT THEM