11-16-2018, 08:18 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt;"]Jackal-like as he was, Anubis found it so very amusing he was a wolf. Yet any pride he felt in his small body was limited. He'd been around long enough to see the folly of pride. He'd taken enough forms. This one he liked best. This one he knew best. The African golden wolf, or golden jackal, was his animal. The boy-god scowled as his trotting steps brought him to Kiira's side, cold brown eyes locked on the aggressive creature ahead of him.
I don't like him. His lean body straightened. A single step forward to communicate the other youth was under his protection. Truth be told, he doesn't think she actually needs it. Frightful as she always appeared, Kiira frightened him purely because he didn't know what to expect from her. He knows she's only half a soul, and where that half comes from. He knows the kind of person that soul belonged to and how different they were, but it still made him wary. How much of her nature reflected that original soul?
He does at least, believes Kiira couldn't bluff to save her life. Not convincingly. Not with her eyes... Speaking of eyes... Anubis did not like the look in the other's eyes, not by a long shot, not in regards to one he felt loyalty to. "I'll repeat the question once." He may be the smaller wolf, but he was confident. Muscular and young, with the experience of thousands of years. This one in front of him was not intimidating and he damn well wanted him to know it. "What's your business here?"
I don't like him. His lean body straightened. A single step forward to communicate the other youth was under his protection. Truth be told, he doesn't think she actually needs it. Frightful as she always appeared, Kiira frightened him purely because he didn't know what to expect from her. He knows she's only half a soul, and where that half comes from. He knows the kind of person that soul belonged to and how different they were, but it still made him wary. How much of her nature reflected that original soul?
He does at least, believes Kiira couldn't bluff to save her life. Not convincingly. Not with her eyes... Speaking of eyes... Anubis did not like the look in the other's eyes, not by a long shot, not in regards to one he felt loyalty to. "I'll repeat the question once." He may be the smaller wolf, but he was confident. Muscular and young, with the experience of thousands of years. This one in front of him was not intimidating and he damn well wanted him to know it. "What's your business here?"
PLEASE JUST DON'T GIVE UP ON ME
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