07-25-2018, 04:17 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]The subject of Paper's appearance had confused him for some time.
In the pack, quite a few of the pups he had been raised with had openly commented on how weird his mismatched eyes were, and how skinny he was, and even roughed him up for it when they got older. The adults were rarely so upfront about their opinion of his physical appearance, so he usually had to guess from their eye movements, body language, and occasional hushed whispers that he could only halfway catch. He could only see their aside glances, raised brows, flattened ears, tilted heads, the like.
He knew he had never been quite as large or as muscular as any of his littermates, either, not even Blankslate prior to her growth spurt. In some ways he guessed it could be an advantage- it allowed him to fit into tight spaces that the others couldn't, or dodge blows more easily- but it was difficult to see it that way when most of the time, the fight went to the biggest and the strongest of the foes.
Yet, despite that, he was still alive.
The Typhoon had only confused things further. Georgie had acted like his heterochromia was something to marvel at, like he was genuinely beautiful- and while she had always been a bizarre individual at even the best of times, her words had stuck with him. Even setting her aside, nobody here had seemed to find him at all out of the ordinary; nobody had thought him too scrawny, too strange, too ugly for the job.
Probably because here, it didn't matter what you looked like, except to tell you apart from everyone else. It didn't matter if his odd-colored eyes and relatively thin frame were something to be admired or something to be scorned, because the Typhoon had no time to do either. If you could kill, or heal, or sell, you were good enough for them.
Still, he wondered sometimes.
Setting that aside, Paper made his way over and glanced between the others. "Might as well try it," he commented to Temulin. She basically had the same anatomy as Pinch, just a bit smaller, so the physical movements should be the same. Glancing up at Pinch, he added, "I'm game."
In the pack, quite a few of the pups he had been raised with had openly commented on how weird his mismatched eyes were, and how skinny he was, and even roughed him up for it when they got older. The adults were rarely so upfront about their opinion of his physical appearance, so he usually had to guess from their eye movements, body language, and occasional hushed whispers that he could only halfway catch. He could only see their aside glances, raised brows, flattened ears, tilted heads, the like.
He knew he had never been quite as large or as muscular as any of his littermates, either, not even Blankslate prior to her growth spurt. In some ways he guessed it could be an advantage- it allowed him to fit into tight spaces that the others couldn't, or dodge blows more easily- but it was difficult to see it that way when most of the time, the fight went to the biggest and the strongest of the foes.
Yet, despite that, he was still alive.
The Typhoon had only confused things further. Georgie had acted like his heterochromia was something to marvel at, like he was genuinely beautiful- and while she had always been a bizarre individual at even the best of times, her words had stuck with him. Even setting her aside, nobody here had seemed to find him at all out of the ordinary; nobody had thought him too scrawny, too strange, too ugly for the job.
Probably because here, it didn't matter what you looked like, except to tell you apart from everyone else. It didn't matter if his odd-colored eyes and relatively thin frame were something to be admired or something to be scorned, because the Typhoon had no time to do either. If you could kill, or heal, or sell, you were good enough for them.
Still, he wondered sometimes.
Setting that aside, Paper made his way over and glanced between the others. "Might as well try it," he commented to Temulin. She basically had the same anatomy as Pinch, just a bit smaller, so the physical movements should be the same. Glancing up at Pinch, he added, "I'm game."
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo