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 Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 4:58 pm
What was worse, it had given his parents more to mock him about. His mother in particular loved to point out how useless he was. He didn't yap as much anymore, but he still couldn't hunt and he was really no use for anything besides making noise. She had snapped at him, her teeth grazing the top of his head, and laughed as he had fled with his tail between his legs.
Now the magenta male was wandering aimlessly about the outskirts of Meskeet's territory, enjoying his restricted freedom while it lasted, since sooner or later he'd have to venture back home. After all, he couldn't leave his twin back with his evil parents.
Groaning, his sore legs moved uneasily, carrying him to places he didn't know. What would he find? Who would he find? Hopefully not one of his mother's minions. He didn't think she really had any friends, but there was no telling who she had beaten up into doing her dirty work. It wouldn't have surprised him if she had random wolves posted so that, if Amoy was ever without a tormenter, someone could pop up and slip easily into the role. It made him frown, and press himself down.
He didn't like his mother, and it hurt him to know that he looked so much like her. Hopefully no one mistook him for her. After all, he was rather girlish. But he would prove himself! And then his father would have to recognize him.
Raising his head with hesitant pride, the newly-made adolescent stumbled around. He was eager yet frightened of what may lay ahead.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 5:14 pm
It was also this reclusive nature that made it quite difficult to actually express himself other then what his basic needs for survival were. It wasn't as if he had chosen this life for himself though. He probably would had been much happier fitting into a pack under his parents; the only problem being his mother had abandoned him, and it was rumored his father was either dead or so insane that he probably would have been better off dead. It was this event though that had nearly turned him into a sociopathic killer. He did know right from wrong but it was as if this event had drained him of all 'humanity'.
With his dead eyes flicking upwards towards the sky, he could do no more then shake his head and pad forwards. Perhaps he would find someone to accept him for who he was and maybe take him in as family. But the thing was Mistyk was never that lucky and he knew it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 5:35 pm
As Amoy traveled aimlessly, he wondered vaguely what his family would do if he randomly disappeared, just never came back. He didn't think his father would really care, being as Xipe payed no attention to him anyways. Being born earless and with only the ability to cry, his father had shunned him and refused to see him as a son. His mother, he felt, probably would feel happy that he was gone. Then she wouldn't have to deal with his 'girlish antics' or crying. His sister, though... he wondered what his twin would think. She seemed to depend on him, if only for his working eyes. Would she be sad if he left?
Shaking his earless head, he attempted not to think about what-ifs. They didn't matter. His family didn't matter. At least no his parents. They had never done anything significant for him. The only thing nice that his mother had done was spared his life. And even at that he wondered quizzically.
Staring at his lightly-tipped paws, he began counting his steps. There was nothing to do out in the vast vagabond lands, and so the magenta male found himself occupying his time with useless activities.
How many steps from that tree to the next? Fifty-seven.
How many times had his mother scolded him for useless things? More than he could count.
How many...
He blinked, tilting his odd head to the side. In the distance, he spotted another creature moving about. His eyes weren't so good, but he thought it looked like another wolf, if he could judge shapes right.
Instantly nervous, Amoy scrambled quickly to the nearest bushes. But, just his luck, the bush he decided to stick himself in was filled with skin-piercing thorns. Out of habit, he wailed loudly and flung himself backwards. "EVIL BUSHES!" he cried, flailing about randomly.
What a sight he must have been.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 5:49 pm
The sound had caused his ears to flatten and his mouth to split open reveling long curved fangs. A snarl washed over his entire body emitting almost an overly aggressive sent to anything near. Generally this warded off anyone that had ever crossed paths with the forest colored wolf. At least this smell was what generally kept him alive as a puppy, now it was probably more of a nuisance. At least as a puppy nobody would see him, but now it was more likely that somebody would challenge him because of the smell. Either way it didn’t matter, padding forth with the most dominate stride he could muster went and confronted whatever seamed to be lurking in front of him.
But what he found when he emerged from the bushes was a cowardly male teen slightly larger then himself. With that his teeth seamed to recline back into his jaws and his body seamed to stand as if he had been indifferent to what was going on. And though he didn’t drop his guard in the least bit he really didn’t see the need to be much afraid of the other either.
“Bushes? Evil?”
He mouthed it out holding back his deep desire to laugh at the other wolf’s terror. But he figured he’d hold it for later and figure out what this other one was all about. After all he hadn’t seen another wolf since his mother had dumped him in the woods when he was a pup.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 5:58 pm
Amoy continued to cry and lick at his 'wounds' long after he had pulled himself away from said bushes. He was so involved with his troubles that he had been oblivious to anything around him. Thus, it was only until his fur prickled uneasily with the feeling that someone was watching him when he figured that he wasn't alone anymore.
As if in some horror story, he moved around slowly. He didn't want to face whatever was behind him, whatever it might have been, but he was already turning around and he couldn't back down now! Besides, how would his father react to him being so cowardly?
Not kindly.
After what seemed like an eternity, the magenta wolf finally had himself completely swung around. He saw another wolf standing in front of him, first looking angry then looking amused. The frightened wolf shrank back immediately, thinking automatically that this other was going to beat on him as his mother did.
"I didn't do it!" he cried, having not heard what the other had said. To back up his words, he reduced his size so that he looked hardly bigger than any runt, with his tail tucked and eyes averted (although they flickered occasionally to the other male's mouth so that he could perhaps read what was being said) in order to show that he was submissive and was really not worth bothering.
Hoping to bluff his way through, he remained still, hoping that the other would just pass over and ignore him like everyone else did.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 6:14 pm
Submission? Not, that it wasn’t something he didn’t half expect; but he was hoping his first encounter with another wolf not to be so…well, awkward. He was foreseeing at least some semblance of a fight or at least a hint that the whole world wasn’t as messed up as he though it was. With his tail easing slightly more so he didn’t look so domineering he tried to put on what he remembered as a smile. Though, his impression of a smile was almost as silly as the other wolf cowering in front of him.
“What didn’t you do?”
The other cocked his head into an empty confusion, followed by an unpleasant scowl lost at how the outside world worked. It was this that seamed to draw him even closer to the other as if the lack of space would clear up what was really going on in his mind. He just couldn’t seam to grasp what was going on in reality.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 6:50 pm
Amoy continued to stand there, cowering with his tail between his legs and pressed almost completely up against his belly. Living in a family that believed strongly in violence had its great disadvantages for someone such as him, and so he was merely acting out of habit, as he would within his family.
Seeing the lips moving on the other, he lifted his head slightly so that he could better read them. But he was still slightly inexperienced with it. His father had only taught him so much, then had left him stranded to figure the rest out on his own. He was trying, but he felt he was failing miserably. Nonetheless, he did his best and tried to figure out what the other had said to him.
"Whaat?" he rumbled, tilting his head slightly. Then he figured some of it out, and replied to what he thought was a question.
"I didn't.." He flinched. "I didn't do anything! Whatever it was, I didn't do it!" he wailed in his strange voice, his words slurred.
"Don't hurt me," he whimpered, rather pathetically.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 7:16 pm
The sound of the others immense fear made almost a small shiver run down his own spine in sympathy. He still didn’t understand the situation but he couldn’t stand to see any creature demean himself to such a level.
“I’m not going to hurt you…sheesh- don’t listen to everything those damn foxes tell you…”
It was true in reality he was quite a b*****d to the foxes pushing them all around because of his size. But he didn’t think he actually hurt any of them bad enough to demonize his name like that. Assuming so after he was done with the wolf he was going to set them all straight and even; though it pained him to say, be nicer to them. He cocked his head once more looking at the sorry sight in front of him.
“Seriously I don’t understand what the problem is- you did nothing wrong. At least not by my books…”
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 7:24 pm
Amoy glanced at the other uncertainly, wondering whether it would be safe to straighten himself out. So far, he hadn't been attacked. But then, he had been in a submissive posture, and so that could have very well been the reason why he hadn't been attacked up to this point. Afraid to find out what his straightening himself would do, he remained low to the ground.
"Whaat?" he said again, tilting his head upwards to peer at the other male.
"FOX?!" he yelped, leaping into the air and whirling around. "Where?" he gasped, eyes glancing around wildly. He really was a wreck without his sister. When she was around, she kept his fear in check and made it so he wasn't so afraid of everything, only slightly whining. But without her there to be by his side, he found everything increasingly difficult to handle.
After finding no fox, Amoy calmed down enough to look back at Mistyk in time to see his lips moving to form new words.
"I told you I didn't do anything!" he pointed out, rather redundantly. "You were making a fuss," he grumbled, averting his eyes again.
It was obvious that something was wrong in his head.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 8:08 pm
Mistyk just continued to look at him with a sorry sort of glance in his eyes. On one end he felt terrible about the condition of the other; but at the same time his antics were begining to eat on his nerves slightly.
"Seriously kid, you've got to relax."
He cocked his brow and continue to watch the other whirl about in fear at the sound 'foxes'. What on earth would seriously make anyone fearful of foxes? Foxes were probally the worlds most pathetic creature next to crows. Bleh picking off leftover meat is so inhumane. Turning sick with the thought went back to almost glaring at the other. Then in a veguly harsh but tolerent tone spoke to the other.
I don't know where the hell you came from; but whatever happened put it behind you...for wolf's sake your pathetic!"
With that he seamed to sit on his haunches with a rather disgusted grimmace smeared over his face.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 8:30 pm
"I'm not a kid!" he spat out, slurring his words slightly. Strange speech came from being deaf from birth. His mother often mocked him about it, and he had always been sensitive about it. He was even more sensitive over the fact that his mother didn't even see him as a male, or any sort of growing creature. She saw him as this little thing, unworthy of her attention and the breath that the world gave him. She didn't think he deserved a chance.
Completely forgetting about the imaginary fox, Amoy settled his attention back on the wolf in front of him. He was no longer scared--so he told himself--and so he straightened up and puffed out his chest.
"Nothing happened!" More, it was happening. Every moment in his life someone seemed to be mocking him. Even as he slept, his mother haunted his dreams and yelled at him, telling him what a failure he was. "I don't know what you're talking about," he grumbled.
"I'm just exploring," he hurried on, trying to distract himself from all the nervous feelings rising in his belly. "What are you doing here?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 10:00 pm
The aqward speach didn't seam to put Mistyk off one beat, being part of him figured this was just 'normal' wolf behavior. Shaking his head he paused.
"I didn't mean anything by it- kid, that just what I call people."
Though there was something that did strike Mistyk odd even if had had never been around wolves before. This one had no ears. Prehaps that why why he was having such trouble understanding anything he said. Raising an eye up towards his own head he just could imagine being earless. He relyed on his hearing so much.
"Heh...I get it now, your deaf." He took the time to mouth out the words so the other could understand him better and didn't worsen the situation.
"I'm Mistyk, and who are you?" Again he slowed his mouth and moved his lips very carefully so the other could read what he was saying.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 10:31 am
Amoy lowered his head slightly. It was obvious that he was failing terribly at socializing. It was his paranoid nature, which came about thanks to his parents. They treated him like such dirt that he automatically thought that everyone hated him and would treat him the same way.
"Whatever," he mumbled, sitting down awkwardly. But, nevertheless, he still watched the other's lips. It was a habit, since he didn't like to be left out. So he caught it when Mistyk said that he understood that the magenta wolf was deaf.
He narrowed his eyes, a pitiful growl rising up in his throat. He knew that he was deaf, but that didn't mean that someone had to point it out or treat him any differently because of it. All he wanted, more than anything, was to fit in and not to be criticized or looked down upon. He wanted to be normal!
"I can hear!" he lied. Although, perhaps not. It was true that he heard little inklings of sounds, but he just couldn't hear normally like another wolf.
"That's a weird name," he stated bluntly, getting it from his mother. "I'm Amoy, although you probably don't care," he said, voice wavering slightly. No one cared about him.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 1:39 pm
Mistyk raised a brow as the other growled at him. What the hell is this guys problem? First total submission then attitude? In responce his own hackles seamed to raise in responce; but it wasn't agression, just pure annoyance at the other not being able to pick what he wanted to be in life.
"Same to the whatever..." He echoed out as the other protested being deaf. But he didn't stay much on that topic finally getting some semblence of name out of the other.
"Amoy- thats differenent." That was about as strange as his own name, but he suddenly halted in thought as yet again the purple wolf put himself down.
"Kid- I mean Amoy stop putting yourself down..." And he just drifted off with that as he went back into his own unsocialized thoughts drifting threw his mind.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 2:44 pm
Amoy really was acting strange. Without his twin, he felt vulnerable and quite insignificant. And there were times where he responded to that by growling and lashing out at anything that happened by. Other times he responded to it by cowering and whining to himself, crying sometimes. It all depended on his mood.
Narrowing his eyes at the other, he wondered what to say next. He wanted nothing more than to just curl up in some warm place and sleep his life away. He thought that would have been paradise for him. Then he wouldn't have to deal with his family anymore, or the rest of the world for that matter.
"I'm different," he mumbled, mostly to himself. Different than everyone else, and shunned for this difference. Why couldn't anyone accept him?
"Don't tell me what to do!" he slurred, a whine in his voice. Everyone was always telling him what to do! No one ever asked him for advice or ever wondered what he thought about something. They always just yelled at him and told him to do this, told him to do that. It was annoying and he wished it would all stop.
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