Post by blackrage on Dec 21, 2006 20:40:47 GMT -5
[[Sorry I haven't been able to reply...but I hope I can still fit into this thread..and sory if the post is crap..]]
" What do you want, what are you staring at? "
Halloween just stared at him with cold eyes, his mind throwing out the thought, 'Staring at you...and I was going to ask about acceptance' The jack-o-lantern colored male was defiantly a wolf of the old ways, as was his brothers and father, and if the grey male had been looking at him for more time than he had, he would have seen the answer through Halloween's eyes, it was how he communicated. Basically because he hated talking so much, he learned to be able to tell his opinion without using his mouth, only by thinking and his eyes. But, it was something that his father was known for anyway. Uhh, his thoughts of the male were just about pure hatred. Unlike all of his siblings, he despised his father, Fury...that evil demon. Always wanting to control them, very few times did he make him proud, it was always about the chosen son, Blackrage. Halloween could have scowled, he rather didn't like his brother in the least, Blade had been his only comfort and shelter from Fury's evil monarchy.
But, now with those thoughts of hatred bubbling through his brain, it wouldn't take much to make him snap, to go off on anyone that pissed him off. And pretty soon, after all that his twisted mind could comprehend in it's anger, he opened up his eyes, taking a point to observing the other two wolves that he saw before him, watching them converse. It was all blah. He stepped back, his form disappearing into the shadows as he took in their words, sitting unnoticed behind them. Orange eyes glinted as he took in that that wolf, 'Morgue was it, seemed to be getting accepted without very much complaints from the gray male of old. Even if it was so, he came no from the shadows in which he sat.
" What do you want, what are you staring at? "
Halloween just stared at him with cold eyes, his mind throwing out the thought, 'Staring at you...and I was going to ask about acceptance' The jack-o-lantern colored male was defiantly a wolf of the old ways, as was his brothers and father, and if the grey male had been looking at him for more time than he had, he would have seen the answer through Halloween's eyes, it was how he communicated. Basically because he hated talking so much, he learned to be able to tell his opinion without using his mouth, only by thinking and his eyes. But, it was something that his father was known for anyway. Uhh, his thoughts of the male were just about pure hatred. Unlike all of his siblings, he despised his father, Fury...that evil demon. Always wanting to control them, very few times did he make him proud, it was always about the chosen son, Blackrage. Halloween could have scowled, he rather didn't like his brother in the least, Blade had been his only comfort and shelter from Fury's evil monarchy.
But, now with those thoughts of hatred bubbling through his brain, it wouldn't take much to make him snap, to go off on anyone that pissed him off. And pretty soon, after all that his twisted mind could comprehend in it's anger, he opened up his eyes, taking a point to observing the other two wolves that he saw before him, watching them converse. It was all blah. He stepped back, his form disappearing into the shadows as he took in their words, sitting unnoticed behind them. Orange eyes glinted as he took in that that wolf, 'Morgue was it, seemed to be getting accepted without very much complaints from the gray male of old. Even if it was so, he came no from the shadows in which he sat.