11-07-2018, 06:13 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]He thought Sephiroths weekly tasks to be rather mean. While his had been rather condescending, the lion clearly suggesting that Perry was incapable of hunting down larger prey, he thought Eddie’s to be simply unfair. The coyote himself didn’t see any need for weapons, viewing them as devoid of use because they had their own ‘weapons’ that came natural to their bodies. At the same time, the Pharoah had asked of this to a raccoon. The forging of weapons required strength, a good grip, it was one hell of an expectation to put such a weekly task onto the small male. If he wanted to take it even further, the male could even assume that Eddie had no idea how to make weapons in the first place. Blacksmithing was a tradesman skill, something that had to be learnt. It wasn’t something that occurred naturally within them either. They weren’t born understanding how to create knives and swords. Hunting, at least, was something natural to their very genetic make-up. If Sephiroth had asked him to host a sparring match, maybe Perry would have understood. But this…this he did not.
Maybe he was being bitter and biased. He never liked the idea of using human-invented items because the humans had done nothing for them. It was all specialized for their grip. He was a coyote not a human. His nose scrunches when he sees Eddie talking to himself during Perry’s spare time, still pondering about how he wanted to go about the task that he didn’t particularly like. Before thinking the other as crazy, he decided to give the raccoon the benefit of the doubt and check back later. He didn’t want to be put into a position where he may have to help the other forge a weapon, deciding that he wanted to do a more peaceful pastime such as see if the place had a library for him to browse or any delicacies he could try. And, upon seeing no harm in acting on his thoughts, Perry had gone off to do just that whilst the raccoon squabbled with the voice that he was talking to, the voice that Perry could not hear or understand.
When the coyote returned, he tilts his head at the completed dagger, admittedly surprised that the creature had actually gone and done it. He must have been absolutely exhausted. He can only imagine the build-up of lactic acid molecules in his muscles, ready to strike and give the other awful aches the next morning. It was like forgetting to stretch before a big chase, pulling a muscle because your legs were stiff. The sandy-furred canine flicks an ear at the lion’s voice, seeing the way the male complimented the other for their work before tossing his eyes to Mirio, the golden retriever who he had begun seeing around quite a bit. Energetic, always too energetic and happy. It was the happy ones he tended to feel suspicious of, giving an awkward chuckle at the domestic dog. Perry simply looks at Eddie again, deciding to speak up so to limit the pains that the raccoon might feel the next day: “S-Since weapon mam-making i-is a lot o-of hard-hard work, mam-make sure you d-do some light st-static st-stretches be-before y-you sleep. O-Otherwise y-your mu-muscles are gonna fe-feel like sh-shit tommo-morrow.” It was the best advice he could give, deciding not to also congratulate the other for his work considering everyone had done it already. He did, however, offer a smile to show that he was happy for the raccoon.
Maybe he was being bitter and biased. He never liked the idea of using human-invented items because the humans had done nothing for them. It was all specialized for their grip. He was a coyote not a human. His nose scrunches when he sees Eddie talking to himself during Perry’s spare time, still pondering about how he wanted to go about the task that he didn’t particularly like. Before thinking the other as crazy, he decided to give the raccoon the benefit of the doubt and check back later. He didn’t want to be put into a position where he may have to help the other forge a weapon, deciding that he wanted to do a more peaceful pastime such as see if the place had a library for him to browse or any delicacies he could try. And, upon seeing no harm in acting on his thoughts, Perry had gone off to do just that whilst the raccoon squabbled with the voice that he was talking to, the voice that Perry could not hear or understand.
When the coyote returned, he tilts his head at the completed dagger, admittedly surprised that the creature had actually gone and done it. He must have been absolutely exhausted. He can only imagine the build-up of lactic acid molecules in his muscles, ready to strike and give the other awful aches the next morning. It was like forgetting to stretch before a big chase, pulling a muscle because your legs were stiff. The sandy-furred canine flicks an ear at the lion’s voice, seeing the way the male complimented the other for their work before tossing his eyes to Mirio, the golden retriever who he had begun seeing around quite a bit. Energetic, always too energetic and happy. It was the happy ones he tended to feel suspicious of, giving an awkward chuckle at the domestic dog. Perry simply looks at Eddie again, deciding to speak up so to limit the pains that the raccoon might feel the next day: “S-Since weapon mam-making i-is a lot o-of hard-hard work, mam-make sure you d-do some light st-static st-stretches be-before y-you sleep. O-Otherwise y-your mu-muscles are gonna fe-feel like sh-shit tommo-morrow.” It was the best advice he could give, deciding not to also congratulate the other for his work considering everyone had done it already. He did, however, offer a smile to show that he was happy for the raccoon.