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 Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 11:34 pm
Ty didn't like Lit's tone of voice, "Please don't..." He scratched his head, "I don't want to get angry..."
"Oh. I was just agreeing with you about the whole Wrath favoring..." Eve smiled, "I like your wolf ears..."
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 11:42 pm
"Wrath...favoring?" Santana questioned, red eyes staring blankly at the woman.
What was in her ice cream? He took a look down at his own, sniffing it...didn't smell spiked. Then again, she probably had a different flavor than he did. Smooth move, Santana.
"Thanks?" he said when she commented about his ears.
It felt awkward, that. Wasn't like he could do anything to change them...it was like eye color or the shape of his face. They were just the way they were.
"Don't what?" Lit asked, appearing offended. "I'm just saying...it's weird."
His main eyes took a glance over to Santana and the woman - so perfectly distracted, she didn't realize what she was doing to her poor boy - though that third blue eye never stopped staring Ty down.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 12:07 am
Tykier frowned a little, "Please... I don't want to fight... Just don't call my eye weird..."
"Um.. Well, I meant Shar," Eve sighed, and starts to think of something that she read about in a book her witch mother gave her. "Oh, and don't worry, I really do like your ears... I can change into a wolf myself... But not a Were like you..."
(Can you say blunt..??? lol)
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 12:26 am
At the mentioning of being a 'were', Santana's demeanor changed. His ears swiveled back into his white hair and something like a scowl darkened in his eyes. He couldn't really be angry with her, she didn't know...but still, when people assumed, it struck a very deep chord.
"I'm not a werewolf," he stated very pointedly. "If anything, I am more wolf than I will ever be human, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't assume you know my heritage, Miss."
His attention diverted back to the boys, afraid to say any more and become offensive, and he cursed under his breath when he finally noticed what Lit was up to.
"Litural," he warned, a growl in his voice.
Santana's fur was already ruffled, and now was not the time to be causing trouble; the spawn didn't have to look over to know that. His shoulders slumped, he looked down into his ice cream and took the last spoonful before walking away from Ty and throwing out the cup.
He wouldn't return towards the other boy, instead going towards his guardian and the woman in a very quiet mood. He'd been found out and he knew it...that was going to be a talking to when he got home, that's for sure.
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