04-12-2009, 04:27 PM
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| http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv28 ... /raven.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: bottom; border:1px solid black;"> Word Count: 424 As Brennt responded, in the same blunt and emotionless manner as he had spoken before, he stepped backwards, carefully keeping his gaze on Dawali. Knowing now that he was completely right, Dawali stood still, until the other male had backed some distance away. The red wolf did not have the intention to chase this individual from his borders - fr more than one reason. First off, it seemed as if the male had taken the hint by the sub-leader's hostile pose, and another reason might be that that same male did not enjoy hostility. He did not enjoy negative things, not violence, nothing even remotely like it. He did not want to chase this male away, and if he would leave himself it would be very nice. It seemed as if that was what ran through his mind anyways. Two red ears were now clasped against his skull, but he did not move. He did not, in fact, react at all, until a simple composition of words escaped the other one's mouth, causing the bone bearer's ears to perk, before flattening again, even further, although it seemed as if they could not. Hunger? What kind of hunger? Dawali was no fool, and he was very certain in his assumptions on exactly what food Brennt spoke of, but curiously, he wanted confirmation. Quickly, the male took three steps forward and called out with a very dominating, strong and loud voice. Stop! This freak would not leave until he had explained himself. What do you mean, food? The last word shot out of him, the contempt that was clenching at his chest was strange to him, unlike almost anything he'd felt ever before. Only once had it gotten this close, but even that hadn't been this sickening. For the family man he was, Brennt might as well have threatened Dawali's own children, for the male felt as deep and strong an affection for all children in his tribe as for them. If this Brennt thought he would be allowed to stroll in here to feast on his tribe's children, he was wrong! He would stay and confirm this sick feeling inside Dawali's being, and then the sub-leader would spread the word to all who would listen. The pose he'd taken on reeked of contempt, and now his arms were no longer crossed, but hanging loose at either side, ready to lash out. Ready to chase this individual away, after forcing him to share the truth with Dawali Amara, proud defender of his tribe and its children. |