07-26-2009, 06:13 PM
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388 words, and exit Ares!
As if his words had broken some kind of freezing spell, people began to move after he spoke. A child - one of Savina's - clambered closer to her mother. Flayra, quietly, had come closer to his side, and he interpreted it as support for his words, which he appreciated. He wasn't saying anything that he really believed anyone would disagree with, but there were a lot of wolves he didn't know here as well as a lot of wolves whose respect he wanted to earn and keep. He felt very twisty inside, then, when a white female he judged to be slightly older than his own age, growled and turned upon him. Some small part of his brain knew with absolutely certainty that she would attack him, beat him into the ground for the words she disagreed with, chastising him publicly. But instead, she lashed out at him with only words. Sheep? For not questioning? From her anger, he had expected a lot worse to be thrown his way. And as he found out shortly, she was the unknown Naniko's daughter. Well, that made sense, and Ares cut her some slack, trying not to take her words personally.
She shouted a lot of stuff, but Ares really couldn't understand the basis of most of it - what it boiled down to was the fact that Naniko was a stranger. And she did, to be blunt, mean nothing to him. And then the angry girl was gone, and the rest of the wolves reacted to her outburst. Jazper slunk close to him, and with a shoulder pat, echoed the words Ares himself had just been considering - "don't take it personally." He nodded his thanks to the older male, glancing up at him appreciatively. Jaz spoke to to Savina then, and she replied, adding that the meeting was now over. One of the male strangers departed, and Ares decided to do so as well, letting the others speak a few more words. He didn't really belong here; the knowledge of the situation had been imparted to him, but he was too passive, too un-invested in what had happened. He could neither rage at the injustice that had occurred nor offer words of comfort to those most effected; he simply did not have any reason to stay there any longer.
As if his words had broken some kind of freezing spell, people began to move after he spoke. A child - one of Savina's - clambered closer to her mother. Flayra, quietly, had come closer to his side, and he interpreted it as support for his words, which he appreciated. He wasn't saying anything that he really believed anyone would disagree with, but there were a lot of wolves he didn't know here as well as a lot of wolves whose respect he wanted to earn and keep. He felt very twisty inside, then, when a white female he judged to be slightly older than his own age, growled and turned upon him. Some small part of his brain knew with absolutely certainty that she would attack him, beat him into the ground for the words she disagreed with, chastising him publicly. But instead, she lashed out at him with only words. Sheep? For not questioning? From her anger, he had expected a lot worse to be thrown his way. And as he found out shortly, she was the unknown Naniko's daughter. Well, that made sense, and Ares cut her some slack, trying not to take her words personally.
She shouted a lot of stuff, but Ares really couldn't understand the basis of most of it - what it boiled down to was the fact that Naniko was a stranger. And she did, to be blunt, mean nothing to him. And then the angry girl was gone, and the rest of the wolves reacted to her outburst. Jazper slunk close to him, and with a shoulder pat, echoed the words Ares himself had just been considering - "don't take it personally." He nodded his thanks to the older male, glancing up at him appreciatively. Jaz spoke to to Savina then, and she replied, adding that the meeting was now over. One of the male strangers departed, and Ares decided to do so as well, letting the others speak a few more words. He didn't really belong here; the knowledge of the situation had been imparted to him, but he was too passive, too un-invested in what had happened. He could neither rage at the injustice that had occurred nor offer words of comfort to those most effected; he simply did not have any reason to stay there any longer.