04-02-2009, 08:16 AM
"Oh," he said briefly. That was fake, too. Still, he liked it more. Somehow it felt more...behaved. When he'd seen Cwmfen, he'd been attracted to her and her strangeness, the blue marks had made her stand out from other females he saw. These made Maz stand out, too, but not in the same way. He wasn't sexually attracted to her, which made everything more relaxed. Her swirls were interesting, and not provocative (not a word he would be able to use himself).
"I still like them, even if they're dye," he said laboriously, a process which took over ten seconds. He liked Maz, she didn't make him feel like he was supposed to do anything, and she liked fun games instead of word games, like the Rolly Game, and she didn't try to interrupt real things like hunting with words, either. No...he wondered...would this happen again? He hadn't seen any of the wolves that had attacked him again, being a lone wanderer was different from living in a pack...all of his enemies weren't around him every day, but...did that mean she would be gone after today, too?
"Do you live here?" he said after a moment, wondering if he could always find her by coming here. He would like to play with the rollers again, and maybe to eat the snack again. Most of all, he wanted to be around her, again. The pressure of sex and needing to know how to get it wasn't around her, for some reason, and unbeknownst to him, his stress-killing practice caused him a lot of stress, too, and he didn't feel any of that around her, either. Something he couldn't quite place: he wanted to have a friend.
"I still like them, even if they're dye," he said laboriously, a process which took over ten seconds. He liked Maz, she didn't make him feel like he was supposed to do anything, and she liked fun games instead of word games, like the Rolly Game, and she didn't try to interrupt real things like hunting with words, either. No...he wondered...would this happen again? He hadn't seen any of the wolves that had attacked him again, being a lone wanderer was different from living in a pack...all of his enemies weren't around him every day, but...did that mean she would be gone after today, too?
"Do you live here?" he said after a moment, wondering if he could always find her by coming here. He would like to play with the rollers again, and maybe to eat the snack again. Most of all, he wanted to be around her, again. The pressure of sex and needing to know how to get it wasn't around her, for some reason, and unbeknownst to him, his stress-killing practice caused him a lot of stress, too, and he didn't feel any of that around her, either. Something he couldn't quite place: he wanted to have a friend.