04-13-2009, 08:05 AM
"Nothing!" Brennt cried out like some great child, backing away even further. He didn't want to fight today, it already hurt and Dawali had claws that could make even more cuts that would sting even worse later. Brennt was unsure of what would happen, and that scared him. This wolf didn't seem just upset with him, he hated him! But why? He hadn't done anything! He was just hungry...Dawali didn't know what he was hungry for! The stance reminded him of Pallok and Fern, who had chased him down to kill him after devouring the alpha pair's litter. Pallok and Fern had died. But Brennt didn't want to kill Dawali, or even fight him. He didn't hate him, so why was he hated?
"Go away! Not on the border, can't hurt me!" He called this out nervously, as if citing some rule to a game that an older child shouldn't break. Despite his fear, his eyes remained as they always were, expressing very little, though his voice fluctuated now with his fear. The way the situation registered would have been very different for the predator, but for whatever reason, it hadn't come out, and probably wouldn't unless a battle actually began. The predator would have ceased talking immediately and fled, cutting to the chase (literally) and turning to fight only if it were caught. Brennt, however, could miraculously manage to dig himself an even deeper hole, or at the least, his weak and inadequate understanding of social rules could force him to stay when he wanted desperately to leave.
Despite his past experience with battle, Brennt had very little confidence in this instance. The predator would have been able to work through pain quite well, but the burly werewolf did not know himself well enough to predict this, and it didn't alter his main fear of being too badly hurt to walk and hunt when it was done. No, what he saw when he looked at Dawali was, perhaps to an irrational degree, fear. Bigger or not, injured or not, that hatred cast a frightening light onto the whole situation. It caused his usually impulsive nature to let slip even more than it ordinarily would have.
"Not eating puppies, can't punish me!" This last bit was cried out desperately, fearfully, but also vehemently. His fear was reaching a fevered peak, and much more pushing would result in something drastic.
"Go away! Not on the border, can't hurt me!" He called this out nervously, as if citing some rule to a game that an older child shouldn't break. Despite his fear, his eyes remained as they always were, expressing very little, though his voice fluctuated now with his fear. The way the situation registered would have been very different for the predator, but for whatever reason, it hadn't come out, and probably wouldn't unless a battle actually began. The predator would have ceased talking immediately and fled, cutting to the chase (literally) and turning to fight only if it were caught. Brennt, however, could miraculously manage to dig himself an even deeper hole, or at the least, his weak and inadequate understanding of social rules could force him to stay when he wanted desperately to leave.
Despite his past experience with battle, Brennt had very little confidence in this instance. The predator would have been able to work through pain quite well, but the burly werewolf did not know himself well enough to predict this, and it didn't alter his main fear of being too badly hurt to walk and hunt when it was done. No, what he saw when he looked at Dawali was, perhaps to an irrational degree, fear. Bigger or not, injured or not, that hatred cast a frightening light onto the whole situation. It caused his usually impulsive nature to let slip even more than it ordinarily would have.
"Not eating puppies, can't punish me!" This last bit was cried out desperately, fearfully, but also vehemently. His fear was reaching a fevered peak, and much more pushing would result in something drastic.