Brotherly love? meh. Tolerance?
11-16-2021, 01:15 AM
He had to admit, the spiel about helping his pack and his mom did seem a bit..artificial. He offered a grin as Misery said nothing, a grin that simply said You know I had to throw in that mushy stuff to sound like a good little child, and because he liked to test out just how different he could sound in diffferent contexts. He’d develop his skills in acting and playing the part in time, though. For now he was but a naive child, one that hadn’t experienced much.
As Misery explained how it was important to know the packlands, the boy smirked as he kept his oace, glancing up at Misery with the slightest arrogant shine in his features. Perhaps to mask the fact that he wasn’t fond of being made the fool, but mostly he took no offense. His brother was taking a jab to him, and he’d catch on to his tricks soon enough. Not quite yet though. He did have a point - he didn’t even have much of the packlands figured out. Unless he did, he had no hope in leaving this place.
Misery then assigned him a task. It was to carry stuff, but all he could really focus on was finding differences in the labd . That meant exploring, being outside the den, slipping away from the watchful eyes of their mom for a while! So what if he had to carry things? He could handle it. The boy practically beamed at the prospect of being given a task to be useful, and said, ”Of course I’ll do, I’m strong!” Though he lacked height compared to most of his siblings, he felt he made up for it by musculature and speed, too. Attributes that came in handy for an infinite amount of tasks.
As they reached the foot of the mountains, the grass tickling his toes and the moonlight illuminated his speckled fur, he shooed away a firefly before Misery began to soeak to him in that serious tone again. This time, it was about lying. Never to lie, tell half-truths..and the tone indicated meant Mac had to listen. He was big enough to understand consequences for his actions, but eventually there’d be a time where he’d push the envelope and be taught a lesson. All in due time. His grin faded as he offered his best listening attention, taking in the warning with a nod in understanding. He understood the conditions.
With the wide, wicked grin sweeping his lips upwards, the boy nodded promptly. ”I can’t wait to get started!” He said, clearly eager, but also serious about learning. This guy was so cool. He knew he’d get the best education from him and help him get stronger. And crush those enemies, all that good stuff, really.
As Misery explained how it was important to know the packlands, the boy smirked as he kept his oace, glancing up at Misery with the slightest arrogant shine in his features. Perhaps to mask the fact that he wasn’t fond of being made the fool, but mostly he took no offense. His brother was taking a jab to him, and he’d catch on to his tricks soon enough. Not quite yet though. He did have a point - he didn’t even have much of the packlands figured out. Unless he did, he had no hope in leaving this place.
Misery then assigned him a task. It was to carry stuff, but all he could really focus on was finding differences in the labd . That meant exploring, being outside the den, slipping away from the watchful eyes of their mom for a while! So what if he had to carry things? He could handle it. The boy practically beamed at the prospect of being given a task to be useful, and said, ”Of course I’ll do, I’m strong!” Though he lacked height compared to most of his siblings, he felt he made up for it by musculature and speed, too. Attributes that came in handy for an infinite amount of tasks.
As they reached the foot of the mountains, the grass tickling his toes and the moonlight illuminated his speckled fur, he shooed away a firefly before Misery began to soeak to him in that serious tone again. This time, it was about lying. Never to lie, tell half-truths..and the tone indicated meant Mac had to listen. He was big enough to understand consequences for his actions, but eventually there’d be a time where he’d push the envelope and be taught a lesson. All in due time. His grin faded as he offered his best listening attention, taking in the warning with a nod in understanding. He understood the conditions.
With the wide, wicked grin sweeping his lips upwards, the boy nodded promptly. ”I can’t wait to get started!” He said, clearly eager, but also serious about learning. This guy was so cool. He knew he’d get the best education from him and help him get stronger. And crush those enemies, all that good stuff, really.
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