01-10-2008, 01:49 AM
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oh, this is terrible
Scowling as always, the boy stalked along the sands, tail whipping in anger behind him as he went. His paws left perfectly formed prints in the light dusting of snow, but he didn't care what was happening around him; what he did care about was the healing scrapes and bruises from the fight with Arkham. It wasn't a pride thing that wounded him, but his need to be superior, coupled with his love of sadism, did not believe in admitting defeat. He had not, of course, but there had been an intervention, one which he would remove by force one day.
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Scowling as always, the boy stalked along the sands, tail whipping in anger behind him as he went. His paws left perfectly formed prints in the light dusting of snow, but he didn't care what was happening around him; what he did care about was the healing scrapes and bruises from the fight with Arkham. It wasn't a pride thing that wounded him, but his need to be superior, coupled with his love of sadism, did not believe in admitting defeat. He had not, of course, but there had been an intervention, one which he would remove by force one day.
That day was not today, he reminded himself, and attempted to brighten his expression just slightly. Andre needed to keep up some form of, "happiness," in order to trick others into falling right into his hands; he would only keep them until they were all used up, and then he would drop them where they stood.
and i'm loving every minute of it