the only lights here are made

Slade Auctor · 05-26-2011, 08:11 AM

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Word Count » 480 :: XD (#3)

Slade's eyes widened a bit when he was spoken to. Somehow he just wasn't used to having a comment directed completely towards him when there were others around. During the snowstorm and former pack meetings he had just stayed in the sidelines, watched from the shadows, just as he had tried to do here. It looked like Skye was trying to help him--and possibly the mystery coyote--make friends.

Sure enough, her attention turned to a bush, where the hiding canine's scent was strongest. Did he really think that he could hide like that when his scent was so obvious? Unless Luperci can't smell as well when they're on two legs. Finally, something that makes regular Lupus superior to them...?

Snapping his thoughts back to reality, Slade tilted his head slightly as Skye addressed the hidden coyote as Micah. He turned to the bush as well, pricking his ears. Introverted he was, but he didn't quite go around hiding in bushes; of course, if he felt extremely out of place he would just fade into the crowd best he could and leave. He had to give Micah credit to sticking around... even if, after pricking his ears, Slade heard the leaves inside the bush rustling.

Knowing that he hated being stared at, Slade tried to momentarily direct his attention elsewhere, also trying to ignore the fact that Skye was calling him a writer, which had certainly made his ears go warm. He couldn't write, he could only read and imagine the sorts of things he would write down if he could. In fact, at this rate, he was more of a stray rock to the pack than a member; he was just there, not being a liability but not exactly helping out, either. With this thought in his mind, he suddenly wished that he had a hole to hide in, even if hiding in a hole--his den--was what he did for most of the day.

Eventually his gaze rested on the Border Tree, which he hadn't seen since joining the pack. It was as decorated as ever, but this time he noticed a particular piece of wood with the pack's name written on it. That hadn't been there before, he was sure, and it actually smelled strongly of Micah. So this is his creation.

Hoping he could manage to lure Micah out of his shelter, Slade turned back and managed, "That's a nice... wood... you have there." It came out completely wrong, of course, as if he was insulting the piece of bark, but he didn't quite know how to word it. "You decorated a chunk of wood most beautifully" wasn't something that he could picture himself saying, nor did it sound right either. He just had to face the fact that he would never be good at trying to have a conversation no matter how many times he had to.

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