12-15-2007, 03:10 AM
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indent He hesitated. To fully explain what he knew about his friend would risk the terribly fine line of knowledge and ignorance, the truth that could break a relationship. Ahren did not want to set a boy against his father, not without reason. That compromised the truth of free will he believed in—and a social border that the red-eyed wolf did not want to cross. So he took his time, breathing in smoke, feeling the weight of it in his lungs, and watching the trail it left in the air. When he exhaled, his breath was mixed with that cancerous substance and his own soul.
indent Breathe in.
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“He’s had problems. It happens to everyone,” he offered with a faint and unhappy smile.
“He distances himself from people and shuts down. He’ll come around, though.” Eventually and I hope were kept from his tongue, caught on the cold metal that reminded him constantly of his own mistakes. Shrugging, the wolf regarded the boy curiously.
“So what’s your name?”
indent Breathe in.
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“He’s had problems. It happens to everyone,” he offered with a faint and unhappy smile.
“He distances himself from people and shuts down. He’ll come around, though.” Eventually and I hope were kept from his tongue, caught on the cold metal that reminded him constantly of his own mistakes. Shrugging, the wolf regarded the boy curiously.
“So what’s your name?”