Brotherly love? meh. Tolerance?
11-15-2021, 09:02 AM
Seeing that his older brother returned a smile of his own, Mac's tail thumped softly against the earth. His older siblings seemed so cool, he had yet to meet them all, though. He only knew what little their mother had told them. Maybe it was the confidence within him, or something else, but he didn't care what others thought of him -- including his family. He wanted to improve himself, make himself as powerful and strong as his body and mind would allow. Thus, this guy's appearance of approval of him and his younger siblings offered him some semblence of knowledge that they would get along. Maybe. Who knows what would happen?
After his brother introduced himself as Misery, or "Izzy" for short, Mac nodded, his grin unwavering. "Misery? That's such a cool name." Mac meant that in earnest - Misery had a ring to it that almost made him want to chuckle with pure. It was the perfect name for striking fear into their enemies' hearts - which is all he really ever wanted, anyways. Ah, he did mention his nickname, so to be polite, he tilted his head and added, "Izzy's an interesting name, too." It made sense, he supposed, coming from Misery, but it just wasn't as awesome. He mentioned outside of the pack, though, and the mere mention of that brought a glow of curiosity to his cold, grey gaze. Misery would have to tell Mac what his line of work was, considering the boy was deeply engaged in their interaction.
As Misery yawned and laid down to get closer to the spotted boy's level, he cracked the question of whether Mac should be out on his own. He sighed. He never really knew his mother in any other way besides how she was - crystals sprouting from her coat and a faint stream of ooze concealing her delicate features. To others, she was obviously unwell, but to him, he thought his mom had superpowers. One of which was being an awesome mom. Who could say their mom had crystals growing out of them, anyways? Still, her condition obviously seemed to tire her out, and he didn't see her as much as he thought she should. Oh, well. He loved her very much, but he couldn't just sit around and wait for permission. "Technically not this far, but she lets us go out," He replied with a shrug, looking out towards the landscape beyond. The fireflies twinkled like the stars above their heads, and he got distracted for a moment before turning back to his older sibling. "But since you're here with me, I guess I'm not alone anymore. So it should be fine!" He flashed him his signature grin, genuinely innocent, but so sinister at the same time.
After his brother introduced himself as Misery, or "Izzy" for short, Mac nodded, his grin unwavering. "Misery? That's such a cool name." Mac meant that in earnest - Misery had a ring to it that almost made him want to chuckle with pure. It was the perfect name for striking fear into their enemies' hearts - which is all he really ever wanted, anyways. Ah, he did mention his nickname, so to be polite, he tilted his head and added, "Izzy's an interesting name, too." It made sense, he supposed, coming from Misery, but it just wasn't as awesome. He mentioned outside of the pack, though, and the mere mention of that brought a glow of curiosity to his cold, grey gaze. Misery would have to tell Mac what his line of work was, considering the boy was deeply engaged in their interaction.
As Misery yawned and laid down to get closer to the spotted boy's level, he cracked the question of whether Mac should be out on his own. He sighed. He never really knew his mother in any other way besides how she was - crystals sprouting from her coat and a faint stream of ooze concealing her delicate features. To others, she was obviously unwell, but to him, he thought his mom had superpowers. One of which was being an awesome mom. Who could say their mom had crystals growing out of them, anyways? Still, her condition obviously seemed to tire her out, and he didn't see her as much as he thought she should. Oh, well. He loved her very much, but he couldn't just sit around and wait for permission. "Technically not this far, but she lets us go out," He replied with a shrug, looking out towards the landscape beyond. The fireflies twinkled like the stars above their heads, and he got distracted for a moment before turning back to his older sibling. "But since you're here with me, I guess I'm not alone anymore. So it should be fine!" He flashed him his signature grin, genuinely innocent, but so sinister at the same time.
i’m evil to the core!—
what i shouldn’t do i will
they say i’m emotional—
what i want to save i’ll kill
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