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 Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 3:39 pm
"I ment it in a good way." He stepped back a few feet as the other seamed to be acting very unpredictable. Again it wasn't that he feared the other. It was more from the fact that he's probally retaliate and kill him accidentally if he made any false moves towards him.
As he stood and watched it seamed that Mistyk didn't know what to do in this situation not having encountered anything like this before. But he tried as hard to relate it to his own life as he could; shaking his head though he still couldn't get a fix...unless of course he was reating to some sort of trama or mental condition.
"As I said again this really isn't something to overreact on..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 8:49 pm
Amoy read the other's lips, but frowned all the same. "No you didn't!" he said, accusing the other of some ridiculous lie. It was obvious that he had some issues. Perhaps mental ones, although his whole personality was questionable.
Shuffling his paws uneasily, he attempted to think of something else to say. As the moments ticked by, he became more and more worried that something was going to happen to him. Why was Mistyk talking to him? Surely Amoy wasn't anything of interest. At least, that's what his family thought. They just saw him as a burden. This wolf must see it that way too. It was only a matter of time before he was chased off..
Suddenly, he stiffened. The thought of being chased off sent chills down his spine. What a coward his mother would see him as, allowing himself to be chased off by someone no bigger than himself. He wasn't sure he could handle the pressure from his mother.
"Leave me alone!" he cried. Someone needed help. "You are just like everyone else!" he accused falsely. "Just get away!"
Turning promptly around, he growled lowly, and quite pathetically, before pushing off the ground and stumbling forward a few paces before gathering his balance and running away. He didn't know where he was running, but he knew that he was running away from Mistyk before he decided to chase him off. Now his mother couldn't call him a coward.
But wait. Running away was cowardice too, wasn't it? Damn.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 10:42 am
The forest wolf shook his head becoming more confused by the others behavior then before. It was then he sat down and took a lazy yawn as if he really did have nothing to fear. With his gaurd completly dropped he watched the purple spectical before him. It was for quite sometime before he actully said anything or moved. It was more from the fact he really didn't know what to do at this point- everything seamed to make the other wolf flip out mentally.
Although shaking his head and from the violently disturbed mind the other portrayed he figured no matter what he said the other would probally react.
"Whatever kid...If everyone else treats you like me- you'd be lucky. I'm a pretty tolerent guy. What I suspect from your movement though-" He took a long paused and really hoped he was going to hit the nail on the head with the next statment. If he didn't he was prepared to leave the sad creature there to fend for himself. It wasn't like he wanted that- but his temples were throbbing from all the yelling and screaming. Plus all the attention probally was attracting higher predators and wolves and he wasn't really in the mood for that.
"Anyways as I was saying before, you probally get abused from wherever you come from..."
He stopped there and was quite yet again; it was more so he didn't want to misread the others movements he did so choose to react to that statment.
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