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Sorry the late -.-'  Attila couldn't think straight with the thought that he would have killed his own sister from fright. It was impossible, wasn't it, to die of fright? For him, it was. As impossible as a pink flying elephant cross the den, throwing rainbows around. Gosh, that thought was so Noir! Only her could imagine something like that. It really didn't matter if she was dead! He was planning what to do now when she just jumped in front of him and ran away. Instead of flinching, or screaming, or even blinking, he froze completely. That was such an odd reaction to a surprise, like his undead sister darting from his vision. When he came back to Earth, he was furious. Insanely furious. The pale boy felt his face turn tomato red under his fur. His claws digged holes in the earthy ground of the den. He was about to explode, but he just breathed out the air from his lungs in a slow, heavy sigh, and then smiled sarcstically toward the exit.
"Noir?" he called with a breaking, pitch voice, but in a calm tone, the way he did when he was nearly dying of rage. "Where are you, little fifter?" he asked for her again, walking very slowly outside the den. His smile was half forced, otherwise he would be in a enraged expression not what he wanted. He wished he could bark out what he wanted to, not caring who would listen or if it was censured for his age. No, he needed to control his impulse, and to release his anger in a healthy way, the way everyone always tells him to. His left hind leg started to pat the ground steadly, in a very anxious, irritated pace. His patience was in the edge, and if his sibling don't appear quickly, he would need to go to a militar school. |
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