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Post by kiru on Oct 11, 2009 17:27:30 GMT -5
Delerath rolled his head back, his eyes following suit. He didn't want to have this conversation. He spied his brother's tail, but opted against forcefully shutting him up.
"Is there any way I can disagree with you without you pressing this subject? Yes, I want a piece of NightShade, I can't deny that. But I'm not centering my life around it. She killed mother, and then poisoned our pack with hate. I don't think you've ever seen her, and yet she's got her fangs on you."
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Post by nightblood on Oct 11, 2009 22:08:56 GMT -5
Kuruk sighed. Well, he was right. He was letting NightShade kill him by killing himself to kill her. There was no denying it. Still, it irritated him that nothing really phased Delerath. It seemed like he could take on all the weight of the world, not care one bit, and still go on with a smile on his face. The yearling really couldn't tell what his big brother would do when the war finally came down on them and they would be assigned to the frontlines. Would he stay and fight? He couldn't see the muscled wolf running from anything, but he didn't seem to commit to anything either. So what would he do?
Growling to himself in frustration at yet another failed attempt to get Delerath angry, Kuruk stood up and shook off the rest of the ice from his fur. With a look to the forest, the younger brother could tell that the rain was starting to let up, though it only barely looked that way.
"I'm gunna take a walk," he said as he left the older wolf to his monotone self.
One thing was certain. Kuruk would be beside Zuka and Sure'thim at the front that day, no matter when it came. They'd show Sallin what hell was like.
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Post by kiru on Oct 11, 2009 22:13:08 GMT -5
Delerath watched Kuruk go and gave himself a small whine. He'd probably have to pick that pup out of a snowbank in the next hour.
Not only that, he had to see if there was any validity to the rumors he had been told. He wasn't going to lose more family to selfish pride.
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