12-07-2007, 07:21 AM
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Prejudice was not something he understood very well yet, if only because he had yet to see it for himself, not counting the fact that Andre had made it known that he wanted very much to eat wolves. But he understood to an extent the reasoning that seemed to be behind it all -- different could very easily be interperted as bad and besides that, it was easy to be afraid of what was different because you weren't used to it. And then it was easy to want to hurt or destroy what you didn't understand. Maybe it wasn't so hard to imagine after all, but it was sad in a way that even a child could see the simple solution. All people had to do was give each other a chance, but they would never get to that point if the wall was already there. It was too easy.
Arkham was quiet when the deaths were explained to him. He had known that most of Gabriel's siblings were scattered and had left Inferni, but no one had ever told him that some were dead. He didn't really know what to say to that. He looked down instead, staring at his hurt arm even though there were no marks to show that anything was wrong.
Arkham was quiet when the deaths were explained to him. He had known that most of Gabriel's siblings were scattered and had left Inferni, but no one had ever told him that some were dead. He didn't really know what to say to that. He looked down instead, staring at his hurt arm even though there were no marks to show that anything was wrong.
Why?was all he could ask, but he knew there probably wasn't a straight answer to that one.
My dad is a coyote, isn't he? How come he's leading a wolf pack then?