01-09-2010, 10:49 PM
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305 SSWM
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Strelein gave an indignate gasp at the guilty boy. He thought the redhead was a rock? Oh, now that stung. Strel was far different from a rock. Quite frankly, how could anyone mistaken him for a lump of dead stone instead of the wonderfully groomed wolf that he was? The indignity of it all. The redhead dropped the boy in his hands to the ground without so much as an apology as he rubbed at his head with one arm, the other in the crook of hand on his bump. He had wanted the drop to seem as intentionally, and he hoped the boy thought it was. But Strelein's arm had gotten too tired to really hold him up so long; he was no Leroy, able to manhandle a fully grown wolf, lanky as the fully grown wolf was.
"It's okay, but... ugh, don't try that again, or I'll be eager to smack you a matching bruise," Strel threatened, trying to sound like he meant it. The redhead was definitely not the threatening type, not with the lack of muscles on his forearms. He was better suited for sitting at home and reading, well, if he was able to read. "What are you doing out here. Aren't you a bit young to be wondering about on your own like this?" he questioned with a sniff, still feeling quite bitter about the bruise to his head. Strelein just noticed how young the boy was, or seemed, and decided that it was best to let the kid off with a warning. Because he could not really have done much more than that. "Surely, you're too young to be out here, right?" Strel eyed the boy, who coward before him. The action bloated his ego a bit, but also unnerved him. Cowering, before him? Ha! What a riot.
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Strelein gave an indignate gasp at the guilty boy. He thought the redhead was a rock? Oh, now that stung. Strel was far different from a rock. Quite frankly, how could anyone mistaken him for a lump of dead stone instead of the wonderfully groomed wolf that he was? The indignity of it all. The redhead dropped the boy in his hands to the ground without so much as an apology as he rubbed at his head with one arm, the other in the crook of hand on his bump. He had wanted the drop to seem as intentionally, and he hoped the boy thought it was. But Strelein's arm had gotten too tired to really hold him up so long; he was no Leroy, able to manhandle a fully grown wolf, lanky as the fully grown wolf was.
"It's okay, but... ugh, don't try that again, or I'll be eager to smack you a matching bruise," Strel threatened, trying to sound like he meant it. The redhead was definitely not the threatening type, not with the lack of muscles on his forearms. He was better suited for sitting at home and reading, well, if he was able to read. "What are you doing out here. Aren't you a bit young to be wondering about on your own like this?" he questioned with a sniff, still feeling quite bitter about the bruise to his head. Strelein just noticed how young the boy was, or seemed, and decided that it was best to let the kid off with a warning. Because he could not really have done much more than that. "Surely, you're too young to be out here, right?" Strel eyed the boy, who coward before him. The action bloated his ego a bit, but also unnerved him. Cowering, before him? Ha! What a riot.