04-29-2009, 09:43 AM
I figured we could stop it here since it's been going on a long time, and since we have the thread between him and Zana?
Brennt looked up to Sankor's face, and his expression broke into one of sadness and bitterness before he turned his dim yellow eyes back down to his paws. That wasn't fair, it wasn't fair at all! Fern hadn't liked him because he was stupid, Pallok because he was stupid and the biggest. But, even if he somehow found out a way to be smart, people might still not like him just because? That wasn't nice! His mother had taught him how people were supposed to act, though she hadn't misled him as to the truth that they did not always behave correctly.
For all the sadness he felt, he felt a growing frustration with the fact that he couldn't quite express it. His words weren't good enough, his face felt heavy and immobile, his eyes most of all stayed the same, and while he felt that, he knew he couldn't do anything to change it. As always, his mind wasn't good enough to say what he meant to say, or to feel what he meant to feel. He turned away from Sankor, feeling the emotions burbling uncertainly under the heavy shackles of his mind. He hated feeling stupid. He hated being stupid. He was smart enough, at least, to know that others didn't feel slow like he did. Not in a world as fast as this one. With a deep, tremulous breath, he began padding away. He didn't want to talk anymore.
Brennt looked up to Sankor's face, and his expression broke into one of sadness and bitterness before he turned his dim yellow eyes back down to his paws. That wasn't fair, it wasn't fair at all! Fern hadn't liked him because he was stupid, Pallok because he was stupid and the biggest. But, even if he somehow found out a way to be smart, people might still not like him just because? That wasn't nice! His mother had taught him how people were supposed to act, though she hadn't misled him as to the truth that they did not always behave correctly.
For all the sadness he felt, he felt a growing frustration with the fact that he couldn't quite express it. His words weren't good enough, his face felt heavy and immobile, his eyes most of all stayed the same, and while he felt that, he knew he couldn't do anything to change it. As always, his mind wasn't good enough to say what he meant to say, or to feel what he meant to feel. He turned away from Sankor, feeling the emotions burbling uncertainly under the heavy shackles of his mind. He hated feeling stupid. He hated being stupid. He was smart enough, at least, to know that others didn't feel slow like he did. Not in a world as fast as this one. With a deep, tremulous breath, he began padding away. He didn't want to talk anymore.