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@&#&$That anyone might value Samael's opinion frankly horrified him. The wolfish hybrid had less respect for that man than he had for a rock. Both could be effective weapons when used properly, but at least the rock wouldn't fuck up his day by raping the then subleader's prisoner of war. That single deed placed him roughly on par with Haku; he just didn't get half as worked up over it. It all came down to the level of relative risk. Samael was putty in Kaena's paws and he would generally cave under pressure from Gabriel, too. Just because Samael was not a threat to him or the clan as much as the Dahlian leader, it did not make him any more worthy of emulation. (Granted, if he'd known of the atrocious crime Samael committed against his own niece, he'd probably go berserk and demand his expulsion--or at least castration.)
@&#&$If he stopped to consider it long enough, he might see why someone like Samael (or god forbid Hybrid) seemed respectable to a younger member of the clan. They were both militant and fearsome soldiers who came off as unwaveringly confident in their madness. That was all fine and dandy (maybe), but Anselm's preference in warriors ran more along the lines of canines like Snake (or even Cwmfen, wherever she was). Snake was equally confident, capable, and obedient (so far as he could tell from their limited interaction), but he went about it in a calm, judicious manner. He couldn't see the olive-eyed Hasati mistakenly (much less intentionally) attacking someone who didn't deserve it, thereby jeopardising the clan's political standing with neighbouring packs.
@&#&$Needless to say, there was a lot more to life than just fighting. While Samael or Hybrid might excel in that one area, he considered them failures everywhere else. (So far as he knew, Hybrid didn't even have sex down right.) As Mason voiced his concerns, Anselm couldn't help but roll his eyes and offer a chiding: "Mason, speed up! You're gonna turn into a grumpy old man!" The tan youth stepped uncertainly onto the ice and Anselm grinned like a madman. He paused briefly where he was, giving the younger boy time to close in before taking off once more. Anselm was certainly a bit nuts in his own right, but there was a legitimate purpose somewhere in this game, regardless of whether the golden-eyed boy could see it or not.
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@&#&$If he stopped to consider it long enough, he might see why someone like Samael (or god forbid Hybrid) seemed respectable to a younger member of the clan. They were both militant and fearsome soldiers who came off as unwaveringly confident in their madness. That was all fine and dandy (maybe), but Anselm's preference in warriors ran more along the lines of canines like Snake (or even Cwmfen, wherever she was). Snake was equally confident, capable, and obedient (so far as he could tell from their limited interaction), but he went about it in a calm, judicious manner. He couldn't see the olive-eyed Hasati mistakenly (much less intentionally) attacking someone who didn't deserve it, thereby jeopardising the clan's political standing with neighbouring packs.
@&#&$Needless to say, there was a lot more to life than just fighting. While Samael or Hybrid might excel in that one area, he considered them failures everywhere else. (So far as he knew, Hybrid didn't even have sex down right.) As Mason voiced his concerns, Anselm couldn't help but roll his eyes and offer a chiding: "Mason, speed up! You're gonna turn into a grumpy old man!" The tan youth stepped uncertainly onto the ice and Anselm grinned like a madman. He paused briefly where he was, giving the younger boy time to close in before taking off once more. Anselm was certainly a bit nuts in his own right, but there was a legitimate purpose somewhere in this game, regardless of whether the golden-eyed boy could see it or not.
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