02-05-2010, 12:35 AM
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The coyote gave a small shrug—interestingly enough coming to Inferni had been the first step in seeing any kind of discrimination between species, really. When his parents had lived here in Esper Hollow, they had accepted all kinds (much like how New Haven had done). Inferni was rather staunch—you had to be at least part coyote or you were out... or at least treated like a pariah within the pack. But now it made more sense to him, especially with how wolves automatically seemed nervous around coyotes. They needed to band together for safety; it was that easy. If they were dispersed loners wandering in the wilderness of these lands, they might just get picked off by random aggressors. They certainly did not have any respect from the wolf packs around here; Haku Soul's assault on Kaena was testament to that.
Snake's olive gaze grew metallic, harsh when he noticed the paling of Strelein's smile. In a very slight gesture he tilted his muzzle up—perhaps the faintest challenge. He knew from that and the gentle shaking of his head what was running through his redheaded head. He'd faced it before. Pity. Pity! There was nothing more in the world that he hated more. He would rather be killed than pitied. It was nothing more than a manifestation of superiority—your way of living was better than his, so you felt the need to pity him for his puny existence. He didn't say anything, though; there was just this subtle difference in his energy. And no, he did not dislike Strelein for how he thought of him. Snake so rarely disliked anyone. It didn't mean that he had any particular affinity for him, though.
He did not respond, thinking, I never try to change anyone's minds. But Strelein had the right to disagree, the same as Snake did. He gave a small nod, speaking up,
The coyote remained there for a moment, though. He faced the ocean, crossing his arms over his scarred chest and thinking. There was no guilt or shame in how he lived his life, though everyone else seemed to think it strange, pitiable. It almost made him angry—if he had been capable of that. He merely simmered, though. He wondered, if he had been born outside of New Haven, away from Patriot, would he have been like these wolves? He might have been the "normal" kid that his mother had always wanted. He and his brother might have been friends. He might have actually loved his parents—he might have even loved. But no, this was how he turned out. There was nothing that he could do about it. How these other creatures lived, it was just something new. He didn't really have any desire to try it out. It was dangerous, especially for someone in his situation.
Feeling somewhat bitter, he started back to Inferni late—the setting sun was in his eyes as he went through the forests. He made it back to his car in the middle of the landfill just in time to curl up in his blankets before the light faded and disappeared.
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The coyote gave a small shrug—interestingly enough coming to Inferni had been the first step in seeing any kind of discrimination between species, really. When his parents had lived here in Esper Hollow, they had accepted all kinds (much like how New Haven had done). Inferni was rather staunch—you had to be at least part coyote or you were out... or at least treated like a pariah within the pack. But now it made more sense to him, especially with how wolves automatically seemed nervous around coyotes. They needed to band together for safety; it was that easy. If they were dispersed loners wandering in the wilderness of these lands, they might just get picked off by random aggressors. They certainly did not have any respect from the wolf packs around here; Haku Soul's assault on Kaena was testament to that.
Snake's olive gaze grew metallic, harsh when he noticed the paling of Strelein's smile. In a very slight gesture he tilted his muzzle up—perhaps the faintest challenge. He knew from that and the gentle shaking of his head what was running through his redheaded head. He'd faced it before. Pity. Pity! There was nothing more in the world that he hated more. He would rather be killed than pitied. It was nothing more than a manifestation of superiority—your way of living was better than his, so you felt the need to pity him for his puny existence. He didn't say anything, though; there was just this subtle difference in his energy. And no, he did not dislike Strelein for how he thought of him. Snake so rarely disliked anyone. It didn't mean that he had any particular affinity for him, though.
He did not respond, thinking, I never try to change anyone's minds. But Strelein had the right to disagree, the same as Snake did. He gave a small nod, speaking up,
Yeah, same for me. See you later, Strelein.And then the wolf disappeared, going the opposite direction, southwards to where Snake assumed Cour des Miracles was.
The coyote remained there for a moment, though. He faced the ocean, crossing his arms over his scarred chest and thinking. There was no guilt or shame in how he lived his life, though everyone else seemed to think it strange, pitiable. It almost made him angry—if he had been capable of that. He merely simmered, though. He wondered, if he had been born outside of New Haven, away from Patriot, would he have been like these wolves? He might have been the "normal" kid that his mother had always wanted. He and his brother might have been friends. He might have actually loved his parents—he might have even loved. But no, this was how he turned out. There was nothing that he could do about it. How these other creatures lived, it was just something new. He didn't really have any desire to try it out. It was dangerous, especially for someone in his situation.
Feeling somewhat bitter, he started back to Inferni late—the setting sun was in his eyes as he went through the forests. He made it back to his car in the middle of the landfill just in time to curl up in his blankets before the light faded and disappeared.