01-27-2012, 06:05 PM
WC: 529
Ooc: Jace said I can post before her again >.>
Light couldn’t imagine why Anatole thought his friend to be crazy as he stood before him claws drawn and his face contorted into a powerful sneer until the male finally spoke. He growled his words just slightly but not in an aggressive manner. It was just to show his displeasure in the weak explanation for this attack upon one another. Matteo had never seemed mad as the brown male had put, never shown him such a terrible thing at all in their time together. What do you mean?... He said his voice filled with disbelief and scoff. He crossed his arms before Anatole unaware of what was conspiring behind him until he glanced back for a brief moment. He was going to look back to Anatole to further defend his friend but his face paused halfway. Quickly his head snapped back to set his gaze upon the albino.
The sight he saw was strange and almost a possible proof of the brown male’s words. Matteo? He asked his voice almost shaken at just how still he seemed how frozen his muscles were. The only time he ever saw such a similar display was when a prey’s heart exploded from exhaustion. His group had run the creature (that had already been quite ill) to a point of pure exhaustion. Though, the creature had been swift and smart keeping them at a distance all in the hopes for survival. His will had been his downfall it had suddenly stopped dead in its tracks and fell over in a stiff spasm.
Fearful of the same fate for his best friend the male threw down all barriers and rushed to his Matteo’s side dropping to his knees. He was uncaring of his image that he portrayed upon his face no longer filled with only fear for his friends. His hand reached to Gemma’s shoulder to assure her he was there for her as well. What’s happening? His worried gaze as his weathered face seemed to fill with a strange fear. And his brown eyes fell on the only person who could possibly answer to his woes, Anatole. His anger quickly shifting to compassion toward the instinctive wolf, he had not been there for what had conspired… But if he believed Teo had gone crazy then maybe it was possible. But even still Matteo was his friend and the instinct to protect him remained with full force and always would. He carefully stroked the slightly raised hackles upon the albino’s back. Teo?
What spirit could do this to his friends, his pack mates, to throw everything so out of place only to fill him with questions and painful worry? Gemma? He said seeing her so lost in her sadness as well and her cries that seemed to pain her. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. Internally he begged for the Great Spirit to show his friends mercy to heal their ailments enough to at least speak to him.
Makade suddenly appeared to them and landed upon Light’s shoulder rubbing her tiny head against her child’s face and sighed heavily. It was why she didn’t want him to go, want him to feel such a sorrow.
Ooc: Jace said I can post before her again >.>
Light couldn’t imagine why Anatole thought his friend to be crazy as he stood before him claws drawn and his face contorted into a powerful sneer until the male finally spoke. He growled his words just slightly but not in an aggressive manner. It was just to show his displeasure in the weak explanation for this attack upon one another. Matteo had never seemed mad as the brown male had put, never shown him such a terrible thing at all in their time together. What do you mean?... He said his voice filled with disbelief and scoff. He crossed his arms before Anatole unaware of what was conspiring behind him until he glanced back for a brief moment. He was going to look back to Anatole to further defend his friend but his face paused halfway. Quickly his head snapped back to set his gaze upon the albino.
The sight he saw was strange and almost a possible proof of the brown male’s words. Matteo? He asked his voice almost shaken at just how still he seemed how frozen his muscles were. The only time he ever saw such a similar display was when a prey’s heart exploded from exhaustion. His group had run the creature (that had already been quite ill) to a point of pure exhaustion. Though, the creature had been swift and smart keeping them at a distance all in the hopes for survival. His will had been his downfall it had suddenly stopped dead in its tracks and fell over in a stiff spasm.
Fearful of the same fate for his best friend the male threw down all barriers and rushed to his Matteo’s side dropping to his knees. He was uncaring of his image that he portrayed upon his face no longer filled with only fear for his friends. His hand reached to Gemma’s shoulder to assure her he was there for her as well. What’s happening? His worried gaze as his weathered face seemed to fill with a strange fear. And his brown eyes fell on the only person who could possibly answer to his woes, Anatole. His anger quickly shifting to compassion toward the instinctive wolf, he had not been there for what had conspired… But if he believed Teo had gone crazy then maybe it was possible. But even still Matteo was his friend and the instinct to protect him remained with full force and always would. He carefully stroked the slightly raised hackles upon the albino’s back. Teo?
What spirit could do this to his friends, his pack mates, to throw everything so out of place only to fill him with questions and painful worry? Gemma? He said seeing her so lost in her sadness as well and her cries that seemed to pain her. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. Internally he begged for the Great Spirit to show his friends mercy to heal their ailments enough to at least speak to him.
Makade suddenly appeared to them and landed upon Light’s shoulder rubbing her tiny head against her child’s face and sighed heavily. It was why she didn’t want him to go, want him to feel such a sorrow.