06-03-2012, 04:28 PM
It wasn't until she eyed his body that he spoke again. Why had people been so judgemental of him in the past? He had always believed they could sense he was wrong in the head. Something wasn't right. Maybe they knew he wasn't just Toby, but rather two males at once who battled for the throne. Then her eyes fell on him and studied his fur. A cocky, arrogant thing about him made him want to say she was checking him out. Another part, much smarter than the other, knew she was way to smart for that. Just watching her, you could tell she had wheels turning.
"Each tattoo's a different thing." he explained. He raised his hand to trace along the chain that wrapped around his wrist in blood red dye. This one was his choice, not Fang's. He was being held captive in his own body. It was a way he could express it to the world without many knowing how wrong he really was. He shook his head a bit and looked at her, some of his pride melting back to show he was real. After all, he did have humanity and feelings and all the other crap... he just was hard to understand 99% of the time. Kind of like the female that stood beside her horse before him.
"Each tattoo's a different thing." he explained. He raised his hand to trace along the chain that wrapped around his wrist in blood red dye. This one was his choice, not Fang's. He was being held captive in his own body. It was a way he could express it to the world without many knowing how wrong he really was. He shook his head a bit and looked at her, some of his pride melting back to show he was real. After all, he did have humanity and feelings and all the other crap... he just was hard to understand 99% of the time. Kind of like the female that stood beside her horse before him.