05-12-2009, 09:39 AM
OOC: Sorry, I thought we were waiting for Libri <<
A puppy's jaws were not strong, but a puppy's teeth were very sharp, and while Brennt had heard the little wolf running awkwardly over to him, he had not thought she would attack him any worse than he was used to. It was strange, he had used to be afraid of getting hurt, but even though he couldn't remember any of the details, he was comfortable enough with pain now that he did not shy away from it. He had many new marks on his body from the fights he'd been in, and he had become quite comfortable with the idea of getting hurt and hurting others...but not breaking the rules. It was as if his mother followed him everywhere...she would never love him again, but she could always hate him more because he was breaking the rules. He felt that pressure every time, but wasn't smart enough to know whether or not making her hate him so much he didn't care anymore was part of his mania.
One way or the other, the tiny jaws bore down, and he yelped. He was accustomed to injury, but had not expected to be bitten on the tail! Urgently, he began to turn around to get his teeth close to the puppy, but she wasn't there anymore! She was on his tail, and it hurt even worse because her weight was in the bite now, too! He whined loudly and turned desperately in circles, trying to catch her. It took him three tries, three spins, with the prickling pain in his tail growing the whole time before he snapped his jaws on her, and freed his poor tail, the hairs flying off as she was pulled away, and tiny little droplets of blood began forming where she'd bitten him. He backed away and growled, though his eyes were still very dim, he felt very upset that he'd been bitten. Puppies weren't supposed to bite! They were supposed to be perfect and cute and cuddly and never hurt anyone, that was why his mother had liked them best! That was why he hated them so much.
But it was a lie! They were just as bad as he was, they were just hiding it! His growling got lower, and he bared his teeth, as he had learned to do. His face was expressive enough, it was his eyes that were empty, vacant, soulless. How dare they trick mother! How dare they do this to him! And yet it was also a relief, to know they were bad and not perfect, because he wanted them not to be better than him, he wanted them to be just as bad. That made it less bad to kill them, less bad to eat them. And, someday, if he could prove they were bad, maybe mother would love him again?
A puppy's jaws were not strong, but a puppy's teeth were very sharp, and while Brennt had heard the little wolf running awkwardly over to him, he had not thought she would attack him any worse than he was used to. It was strange, he had used to be afraid of getting hurt, but even though he couldn't remember any of the details, he was comfortable enough with pain now that he did not shy away from it. He had many new marks on his body from the fights he'd been in, and he had become quite comfortable with the idea of getting hurt and hurting others...but not breaking the rules. It was as if his mother followed him everywhere...she would never love him again, but she could always hate him more because he was breaking the rules. He felt that pressure every time, but wasn't smart enough to know whether or not making her hate him so much he didn't care anymore was part of his mania.
One way or the other, the tiny jaws bore down, and he yelped. He was accustomed to injury, but had not expected to be bitten on the tail! Urgently, he began to turn around to get his teeth close to the puppy, but she wasn't there anymore! She was on his tail, and it hurt even worse because her weight was in the bite now, too! He whined loudly and turned desperately in circles, trying to catch her. It took him three tries, three spins, with the prickling pain in his tail growing the whole time before he snapped his jaws on her, and freed his poor tail, the hairs flying off as she was pulled away, and tiny little droplets of blood began forming where she'd bitten him. He backed away and growled, though his eyes were still very dim, he felt very upset that he'd been bitten. Puppies weren't supposed to bite! They were supposed to be perfect and cute and cuddly and never hurt anyone, that was why his mother had liked them best! That was why he hated them so much.
But it was a lie! They were just as bad as he was, they were just hiding it! His growling got lower, and he bared his teeth, as he had learned to do. His face was expressive enough, it was his eyes that were empty, vacant, soulless. How dare they trick mother! How dare they do this to him! And yet it was also a relief, to know they were bad and not perfect, because he wanted them not to be better than him, he wanted them to be just as bad. That made it less bad to kill them, less bad to eat them. And, someday, if he could prove they were bad, maybe mother would love him again?