11-06-2008, 11:16 PM
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Table by Mel!
It must be fate; there is no other plausible explanation!
The child was broken, maybe even missing the stitching that kept all the fluff inside of her from falling out. He was certain one of her button eyes had fallen off some time ago, but did not care enough to inform her of this. He was certain she would notice this eventually. Or, perhaps, she would suffer through it, ignorant and unaware. Yes, that would be best-- she deserved to suffer for all her dirty tricks. It was not just that she was a wolf-- no, Hybrid had a personal vendetta against the child. He had marked her for death, and he refused to allow her to escape. He would be her downfall one day, like so many others.
His grin faltered, quickly turning into a grimace; no reaction. There was a short pause and? And? (Finally, something)-- she flinched when she saw him, eyes widening slightly. His grin returned, but just as soon disappeared. He curled his lip in disgust, peering down at the other creature. What a terrible pickup line. "Sorry, I don't do chicks," he replied matter-of-factly, feeling a little sick.
i heard they say the boy's missing
The child was broken, maybe even missing the stitching that kept all the fluff inside of her from falling out. He was certain one of her button eyes had fallen off some time ago, but did not care enough to inform her of this. He was certain she would notice this eventually. Or, perhaps, she would suffer through it, ignorant and unaware. Yes, that would be best-- she deserved to suffer for all her dirty tricks. It was not just that she was a wolf-- no, Hybrid had a personal vendetta against the child. He had marked her for death, and he refused to allow her to escape. He would be her downfall one day, like so many others.
His grin faltered, quickly turning into a grimace; no reaction. There was a short pause and? And? (Finally, something)-- she flinched when she saw him, eyes widening slightly. His grin returned, but just as soon disappeared. He curled his lip in disgust, peering down at the other creature. What a terrible pickup line. "Sorry, I don't do chicks," he replied matter-of-factly, feeling a little sick.