Youngbloods
10-06-2015, 04:52 PM
The boy would let his silvery-white eyes slide over to the other boy that arrived with his father. It seemed that he too was to be learning from his dad, just as they were, about how pack stuff was conducted. Not that Ganta was all that interested. He fidgeted on his paws, watching as words were exchanged between his father and the giant blue hued man. The younger one was gigantic too, and also hued in blue. Ganta would frown, wanting to talk, but holding his tongue as he sat next to Obscoro so that he didn’t upset his father. He would breathe in, giving a soft, almost inaudible sigh. When was this going to be done? This talk was boring and he didn’t understand it. He wanted to play! "Talk" "You" Think |
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