04-09-2009, 10:14 AM
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Japanese? What the hell was Japanese? Honoré lived in a bubble where only French and English existed. And even today, he still had a hard time acknowledging the English language. Whatever it was called, be it Japanese or Demonese, the arctic wolf disliked the way it sounded. Perhaps he would’ve been a little more open-minded if he hadn’t initially heard the song entitled Bloodlust. The youngster offered him a seat and before the Genus could even consider such an offer, musical notes were already being played.
The sounds were softer, he had to admit. It was nice, at least the beginning was. Honoré followed the tempo and tapped his foot along with the song. Everything was fine and dandy until the adolescent started speaking in tongues again. Honoré’s body suddenly went stiff; the hairs on his back standing on end. Why did that boy have to ruin such a pretty song with all that gibberish? It was like nails on a chalkboard. The Québecois waited for the song to end, both of his ears flattened against his skull. His pack mate asked for some feedback and instead of being polite and providing some constructive critism, Honoré went for something a little less... conventional. “So... you be devil worshipper, hm?” he questioned, raising a brow suspiciously.
Japanese? What the hell was Japanese? Honoré lived in a bubble where only French and English existed. And even today, he still had a hard time acknowledging the English language. Whatever it was called, be it Japanese or Demonese, the arctic wolf disliked the way it sounded. Perhaps he would’ve been a little more open-minded if he hadn’t initially heard the song entitled Bloodlust. The youngster offered him a seat and before the Genus could even consider such an offer, musical notes were already being played.
The sounds were softer, he had to admit. It was nice, at least the beginning was. Honoré followed the tempo and tapped his foot along with the song. Everything was fine and dandy until the adolescent started speaking in tongues again. Honoré’s body suddenly went stiff; the hairs on his back standing on end. Why did that boy have to ruin such a pretty song with all that gibberish? It was like nails on a chalkboard. The Québecois waited for the song to end, both of his ears flattened against his skull. His pack mate asked for some feedback and instead of being polite and providing some constructive critism, Honoré went for something a little less... conventional. “So... you be devil worshipper, hm?” he questioned, raising a brow suspiciously.