06-16-2009, 04:14 PM
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312 words. ^^
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And surprisingly enough, within a few short minutes a dark female approached as if on cue. She seemed very large to Ares, who was on the small side and still had some growing left to do. And spending so much time with an aging coyote surely also skewed his ideas of how big the average canine was. She spoke, questioning his presence and revealing the name of these lands: Crimson Dreams. He almost laughed in surprise at how well the name fitted his ambitions - because at this current point in his life, his dreams of bloody revenge against his mother most certainly would fall under the adjective Crimson. Ares wanted to stay here. He wanted to prove himself to this woman.
Ares took a deep breath, then spoke, his deepening voice rushed and eager: "My name is" - brief hesitation to make sure he selected the word he didn't quite identify completely with yet - "Ares Chance. I'm looking to join a pack." He wanted to impress her more, to list off some great feats or achievements or skills before she had to ask what he would offer a pack.. But he couldn't think of anything, and was slightly panicking inside trying to dredge up something not quite a lie that would suffice.
He hadn't changed his body posture on her approach. No one had ever taught him what polite behavior towards superiors was, and instinct had only gotten the kid as far as his ears drawn back and tail pressed against his belly when Tokyo was hitting him, or when Ares was afraid she would. So he didn't even think about it - but if he had, it wouldn't have made sense to him. Why would he want to make himself seem weak? His blustering confidence made him seem more capable, and isn't capable what was desired in a new member?
312 words. ^^
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And surprisingly enough, within a few short minutes a dark female approached as if on cue. She seemed very large to Ares, who was on the small side and still had some growing left to do. And spending so much time with an aging coyote surely also skewed his ideas of how big the average canine was. She spoke, questioning his presence and revealing the name of these lands: Crimson Dreams. He almost laughed in surprise at how well the name fitted his ambitions - because at this current point in his life, his dreams of bloody revenge against his mother most certainly would fall under the adjective Crimson. Ares wanted to stay here. He wanted to prove himself to this woman.
Ares took a deep breath, then spoke, his deepening voice rushed and eager: "My name is" - brief hesitation to make sure he selected the word he didn't quite identify completely with yet - "Ares Chance. I'm looking to join a pack." He wanted to impress her more, to list off some great feats or achievements or skills before she had to ask what he would offer a pack.. But he couldn't think of anything, and was slightly panicking inside trying to dredge up something not quite a lie that would suffice.
He hadn't changed his body posture on her approach. No one had ever taught him what polite behavior towards superiors was, and instinct had only gotten the kid as far as his ears drawn back and tail pressed against his belly when Tokyo was hitting him, or when Ares was afraid she would. So he didn't even think about it - but if he had, it wouldn't have made sense to him. Why would he want to make himself seem weak? His blustering confidence made him seem more capable, and isn't capable what was desired in a new member?
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