05-24-2011, 07:11 PM
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HIDE YOUR INNOCENCE BEFORE THEY SEE RIGHT THROUGH
It's all good, m'dear. wc:301
Grumbling words came from the towering male once more, but this time Jackson understood their meaning. What was he doing? He was being scary, of course! What did the big guy think he was doing? Jackson let his toe-pounce do the speaking for him, landing upon the big wolf’s feet with a satisfied growl. Then suddenly he felt the man’s fingers take a hold of his scruff, lifting him away from the conquered feet. He squeaked in protest, blue eyes taking in the challenging ruby-eyed stare of the foreigner’s features. Jackson frowned at the giant as he uttered another unknown word, tone firm and gruff. The pup didn’t know what he was saying, but he certainly didn’t seem pleased. The monochrome boy was determined to give the one-eyed male a piece of his mind, but before he could so much as open his mouth or swing his paw, he was placed back on the ground.
He stared up at the adult as his feet touched the soil once again. Surprise left the boy staring as the man snorted and turned away. He was leaving? That could only mean one thing. He must have been speaking his surrender, then. If he was giving up, then that meant that Jackson won! The boy puffed out his chest with newfound pride. If Jackson could win against the giant, then that meant that he was the scariest scarer to ever live. “I win!” he proclaimed to the retreating figure of the foreign wolf, before bounding off after him. “Where you going? I won’t be scary anymore, promise!” His new playmate might’ve been so intimidated by the boy’s display that he decided to run away, but the youngster wanted to show him that he could play nice too. Then maybe he wouldn’t be so scared anymore.
Grumbling words came from the towering male once more, but this time Jackson understood their meaning. What was he doing? He was being scary, of course! What did the big guy think he was doing? Jackson let his toe-pounce do the speaking for him, landing upon the big wolf’s feet with a satisfied growl. Then suddenly he felt the man’s fingers take a hold of his scruff, lifting him away from the conquered feet. He squeaked in protest, blue eyes taking in the challenging ruby-eyed stare of the foreigner’s features. Jackson frowned at the giant as he uttered another unknown word, tone firm and gruff. The pup didn’t know what he was saying, but he certainly didn’t seem pleased. The monochrome boy was determined to give the one-eyed male a piece of his mind, but before he could so much as open his mouth or swing his paw, he was placed back on the ground.
He stared up at the adult as his feet touched the soil once again. Surprise left the boy staring as the man snorted and turned away. He was leaving? That could only mean one thing. He must have been speaking his surrender, then. If he was giving up, then that meant that Jackson won! The boy puffed out his chest with newfound pride. If Jackson could win against the giant, then that meant that he was the scariest scarer to ever live. “I win!” he proclaimed to the retreating figure of the foreign wolf, before bounding off after him. “Where you going? I won’t be scary anymore, promise!” His new playmate might’ve been so intimidated by the boy’s display that he decided to run away, but the youngster wanted to show him that he could play nice too. Then maybe he wouldn’t be so scared anymore.
YOU MUSTN'T DISAPPOINT THEM