06-10-2009, 05:45 PM
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.......Last post for me? .......Something seemed not quite right, but Hemming ignored the feeling as he stepped out of the cave into the dusty area that laid outside. As soon as he felt the other's paws pushing on his back, he thought to himself, Should've known better, and moved his left foot forward to try to catch himself. As luck would have it, though, he stepped on a sharp rock. Pulling his leg back rapidly, he hit the ground almost immediately, twisting to the side to avoid landing directly on his hands and injuring them. He took a moment and just laid there, staring at the ground as he tried to piece the events of the last few seconds together. .......Still on the ground, he looked up with a scowl peeking through his stolid countenance. "Yeah, totally even," he said, furrowing his brow and rolling his eyes towards the other. If this youngster was old enough to know better (the excuse that Hemming was giving him, whether it was deserved or not,) he would be being throttled at the moment. Unfortunately, though, if he was old enough to deserve that, he would probably be strong enough to avoid any attack the scrawny wolf threw his way. Such was life. .......It was becoming more and more obvious that the older wolf shouldn't have joined in this one's game in the first place. The brute had harassed him, tried to get him lost forever, and then knocked him to the ground. Hemming had taken it as a game in good fun, but it was clear that to Atilla it was serious business. For past while, Hemming was thinking it would be a nice adventure to come back to Ghostly Hollow with this youngster and the appropriate tools, but now he was beginning to change his mind. ......."Well, that's suitable enough," the older male replied as the other gave his name. One would have to wonder, did the name shape the soul? Trying to maintain an air of indifference, Hemming stood up, nonchalantly brushing the dust out of his side. Inside, though, he felt as if he wanted to give the other a good punt. If he hadn't been part of the tribe, and probably loved by somebody, and if Hemming was able to justify kicking someone much younger than him, he just might have done it. Instead, he looked the other square in the eye and said, "I'd best be going. See you." Without leaving his name, he started to walk away, keeping his head tilted at a slight angle so he could keep a loose eye on the other, just in case. |