The road is long

Pandemic D'Angelo · 03-31-2012, 09:09 PM

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The black canine resisted the urge to either snap after or withdraw from the thief’s gentle touch. It seemed so wrong for a complete stranger—much too intimidate for a creature that had grown up in a world where only family mattered. She was nothing; a simple weed he had encountered in the wild, and she should not be permitted to touch him. But the large brute remained still, with silver slits watching carefully as she found a jar of reeking honey. Lips wished to pull back with soundless warning, but he forced himself still, allowing her to smear the foul smelling and sticky substance over the minor cuts.

Once done, the other canine abandoned him to clean the sticky mess off her hands. A word that had somewhat puzzled him earlier was repeated again, and he realized it was the name of the bird. As the petite woman spoke, the bird took wings and landed on her sparse belongings. He glared at it darkly, but remembered that the woman had mentioned that it wasn’t really dangerous. Whatever. He rose and slowly turned, finding her form by the banks still. Black claws rasped against the inside of his palms as he paused only for a moment to decide what he was going to do next.

His pace was calm as he made his way over to her. Right hand curled and was sent in her direction; this time with much more force that when he had offered her an open handed slap. He didn’t wish to kill, but he intended the punch to send her on a short trip into oblivion. She had shown him a portion of kindness, but he saw it as folly. Salvia had advanced while he hadn’t, and he would grab every opportunity he could get to climb after his sun and stars.

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