when cometh the day we lowly ones

Denver Mathis · 04-16-2011, 11:51 PM

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The only response from the weird kid was a violent shake of his head, and Denver could not be sure what even that was a response to. The white wolf-dog did not know what to do. Icy eyes stared blankly, waiting for anything to happen, still desperately glancing about occasionally in hopes someone might still come running for the small charcoal-colored boy.

Suddenly, the fluffy thing leaped to his feet, bowing before Denver in a playful, wiggling manner, round little behind up in the air and tiny tail wagging fast. He couldn't help but be amused; the last time he'd seen a puppy play was with his own siblings, and those memories were far away, removed from his present state of mind. He didn't want to call them back, either, and so he simply watched the boy. The Southern hybrid wondered if this boy even knew how to speak, curious gaze watching him still as he hoped that some voice would come out.

Instead of a voice, the little puppy rose up and charged with his full body weight (admittedly, not a high number), managing to make Denver call out in surprise and stumble backwards in one step. "What the hell're you doin'?!" he said, staring down at the creature. He knew that the kid wanted to play, but he sure didn't want to do it. After crashing into his now sore left leg, the odd puppy had run off, and Denver felt unhappily obliged to follow. His steps were slow and uncaring, though, and he let out a sigh as he realized that his plans for the day had been drastically deviated. For now, at least he'd forgotten about that horribly dirty room.

"Where you goin'?!" he yelled after the kid, taking larger, though no more hurried steps to keep up with him.

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