i like to pretend i'm burning bright

Anatole Aston · 02-08-2012, 03:45 PM

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That works! And exnay on the previous idea, he's just gonna be dumb and get an infection. OvO

His muzzle and face was aflame. Anatole growled savagely and shook his head, reminded of a careless incident with a wasp when he was a child. With no mud to dull the wound, he licked at the wounds until the pain had dulled to an ache. Adrenaline was aiding with this, but he was ignorant to the dangers of the cat’s claws. Already the remnants of soil and droppings were burning through his blood and seeking to destroy his immune system with a common disease.

Anatole did not know this, however, and his attention was drawn to the golden puppy that was almost at his feet now. Green eyes looked down at him curiously, for he had never seen a true wolf with such a pelt. Halfbreed, his nose told him quickly. Dogs were common in the north, remnants of their use as pack animals for men. Most were feral long before the humans died out, suggesting their breeding made for hardier stuff. Racism, as far as it applied to some of those he had met, did not settle in Anatole; he had never considered himself “better” because he was a true wolf, only because he was a wolf who still knew the proper way to live.

“I’ll be fine,” he said flatly, accented voice still carrying a hint of the growl. It was not directed towards the boy, evident by Anatole’s sharp look in the direction the cat had fled. “He didn’t get you too bad, did he?” The wolf looked back, seeing the red mark on the boy’s nose even as the blood began to clot.

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