09-29-2008, 09:44 PM
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“No, they aren't.” It wasn't every day that someone wanted to kill their entire family. It wasn't every day that someone wanted to try and take over the family business before they were old enough and experienced enough to do so. Andrezej believed himself to be the exception to that rule and well, turned out he wasn't. In the end, they had put him back in his place and sent him back to the ground where he belonged. “Coyotes and hybrids aren't liked by some in this place, however. We don't go out of way to attack them, but they attack us on occasion because we're nature's scapegoats.” Devil's Rejects, something of that sort. She didn't know, but she was telling him what she did anyway. “So if you have anyone who is either a hybrid or a coyote, I suggest that you ask them to avoid going near a place to our southwest, Dahlia de Mai.” But maybe it would be better if his kind didn't even settle there. There were plenty of other places to go and set up a tribe, so why did it have to be there? With her eyes still focused on the ground at their feet, she pondered telling him that but decided not to. He was pigheaded enough, he'd learn in due time.[/html]