04-15-2009, 10:22 AM
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Honoré too, was a music lover. And what the younger male had sung a few moments earlier definitely wasn’t music; it was a headache in the making! Bloodlust, or whatever the heck his guttural yelling was called, did not meet standard song requirements. Everything sounded the same, be it the verse or chorus. It required no talent whatsoever. Of course, that did not mean his packmate was necessarily without talent because the second song had been well played, instrumentally speaking. Perhaps the five-year-old male would’ve taken the time to express his opinion diplomatically if he hadn’t made it his life’s goal to be a royal pain in the ass. Honoré “Jackass” Bélanger, that could’ve been his full name.
The youngster seemed offended by his comment, which wasn’t really surprising. He’d offended about 95% of the wolves he’d met in ‘Souls thus far. It was partly the adolescent’s fault for playing so loud and asking for feedback. A foolish thing to do when dealing with someone like Honoré. Poor guy, if only he'd known what he was getting himself into right from the very beginning. Oh well! Folding his arms across his chest, the Frenchman provided a response to his packmate’s defensive statement. “Don’t believe you. That’s what all devil worshippers say. I not be stupid, you know? You’re all like GROAR GROAR when singing, like maybe hairball stuck in your throat or something? You know? I take two pots and bang them together and yell, would make same sound,” he explained, not really expecting the teenager to understand what he meant. He was young, and well, stupid. Like all teenagers. Honoré was smart.
Honoré too, was a music lover. And what the younger male had sung a few moments earlier definitely wasn’t music; it was a headache in the making! Bloodlust, or whatever the heck his guttural yelling was called, did not meet standard song requirements. Everything sounded the same, be it the verse or chorus. It required no talent whatsoever. Of course, that did not mean his packmate was necessarily without talent because the second song had been well played, instrumentally speaking. Perhaps the five-year-old male would’ve taken the time to express his opinion diplomatically if he hadn’t made it his life’s goal to be a royal pain in the ass. Honoré “Jackass” Bélanger, that could’ve been his full name.
The youngster seemed offended by his comment, which wasn’t really surprising. He’d offended about 95% of the wolves he’d met in ‘Souls thus far. It was partly the adolescent’s fault for playing so loud and asking for feedback. A foolish thing to do when dealing with someone like Honoré. Poor guy, if only he'd known what he was getting himself into right from the very beginning. Oh well! Folding his arms across his chest, the Frenchman provided a response to his packmate’s defensive statement. “Don’t believe you. That’s what all devil worshippers say. I not be stupid, you know? You’re all like GROAR GROAR when singing, like maybe hairball stuck in your throat or something? You know? I take two pots and bang them together and yell, would make same sound,” he explained, not really expecting the teenager to understand what he meant. He was young, and well, stupid. Like all teenagers. Honoré was smart.