07-28-2009, 11:51 PM
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i apologize for the lateness and shortness. ;__;
mall-caps;color:#555555;line-height:10px;">i am picking at remains of other lives
and watching colors and tragic looking passerbys.
“It’s sad that it has to be that way,” Jael comment, voice growing soft and bitterness distinctly lacing each word. He hated how much animosity there was in the world, but he could understand the physics behind it. Wolves were larger predators and coyotes smaller scavengers feasting and picking from the same food supplies. Any competition for sustenance needed to be eliminated or chased away, and in this case it was the coyotes. Jael despised it, knowing his blood was shared between both species (though far, far more wolf) and hated how he had to choose a side rather than dwell comfortable in both worlds. But this wolf didn’t seem to mind him or his clan, and he was genuinely surprised at this turn of events.
“Why don’t you hate coyotes?” he asked shyly, fiery eyes glancing sidelong at the shadowy female. Obviously she longed to continue her friendship with Ryan, but such was impended by the distinct boundary between species, held up by solid hatred and discrimination. Jael longed for a peaceful life as she spoke of her own pack, wishing to simply lay back and watched the stars and sunrise each day, thinking about nothing more than what he’d fill his belly with in the morning.
i apologize for the lateness and shortness. ;__;
and watching colors and tragic looking passerbys.
“It’s sad that it has to be that way,” Jael comment, voice growing soft and bitterness distinctly lacing each word. He hated how much animosity there was in the world, but he could understand the physics behind it. Wolves were larger predators and coyotes smaller scavengers feasting and picking from the same food supplies. Any competition for sustenance needed to be eliminated or chased away, and in this case it was the coyotes. Jael despised it, knowing his blood was shared between both species (though far, far more wolf) and hated how he had to choose a side rather than dwell comfortable in both worlds. But this wolf didn’t seem to mind him or his clan, and he was genuinely surprised at this turn of events.
“Why don’t you hate coyotes?” he asked shyly, fiery eyes glancing sidelong at the shadowy female. Obviously she longed to continue her friendship with Ryan, but such was impended by the distinct boundary between species, held up by solid hatred and discrimination. Jael longed for a peaceful life as she spoke of her own pack, wishing to simply lay back and watched the stars and sunrise each day, thinking about nothing more than what he’d fill his belly with in the morning.