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--  Attila was getting morbidlly bored, and Dawali's speech seemed to last hours. Finally, the smell of meat was sensed by his sharp nose. He raised his head to where the smell was, ears up. Yes, food! the red wolf threw a piece of flesh to him, and a rush of adrenaline was bombed thought his body. With agility, he ran to where the meat would land, and jumped to get it in mid-air. A smiled spread in his face when the food met his mouth. As soon as he landed, the pale boy torn and ate every single piece of the food. Yet, it wasn't enough. The Aston kid ran to the pile of food, and took another piece. He devoured it in matter of seconds. His big eye -and stomach- asked for one more. Just a small one. He got the smaller in sight and ate that as well. Now, he was full. Luckly, not full enough to don't dance. Not sure how to dance, he watched the others, the way they moved. A flash of light crossed his eyes, astonishing him. When the boy found the source of it, he laughed. Oce was dancing with the fire! Priceless!
When the laughter stopped, he found himself a stick of his own, one that wasn't on fire, he sat away from the others, and just formed shapes in the earthy ground. It was kind of an entertainment, a pastime. He wasn't going to dance with it. He was smarter than that. Using his mouth, he drew a weird-looking form, that was supposed to be the fire; a bunch of lines that were supposed to be wolves dancing, one with a stick in fire in the mouth to be Oce; a small, one and one even bigger bunch of lines for Noir, Catherine and that horse of hers. After those, he spun around in his bum for a clean soil. The pale boy started to make other forms, and started to create stories with them. |
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