you bleed just like you puke
11-18-2021, 12:08 AM
Misery was done with rude kids. He should just feed her to Wendigo and see if eating your own could cure you. The black and silver wolf smile lovingly at the child for a second. With one swift gesture Misery swung a paw at his little sibling to send her sprawling into those plants she’d been organizing. Misery stepped forward to get above her form the next moment, staring down at her.
The black and silver wolf stared demandingly at Willow, willing her eyes to see his own. No games now. He didn’t really give a damn if the kid did for his own interests but mother really didn’t need to lose one now. There was enough to deal with in the pack to add mom mourning.“Listen up,” the words were soft and venomous. “I don’t care if it's just curiosity. I don’t care if you have some grand design like saving mom or the entire pack. I don’t care if you hope to learn how to use it to kill others.”
He paused for one second, wanting to make every whispered word said to her was soaked in. “You seem to think your smart. You're being an idiot and selfish whether or not you see it.” Bear bait. Fish food. Lava dunking. Lots of fun things to do with fools. Mom surely loved her though. “You want to help? Then we set you up with one of the healers and you can assist them. Is that what you want? I’m not letting you kill yourself either way.” More's the pity.
Misery’s eyes narrowed, “and don’t try to insult me, little sister.” Not only as an older sibling but as any pack member. No one would fault him for making sure the brat understood basic manners. “Understand?” How did she want to play it? She could submit, back down and he’d let this go and be back to nice brother mode. Besides, he was offering to help her get set up with a healer. She’d probably tattle and he’d have to explain to mom later but that should be fine. So far Misery was playing nice.
"Misery"
The black and silver wolf stared demandingly at Willow, willing her eyes to see his own. No games now. He didn’t really give a damn if the kid did for his own interests but mother really didn’t need to lose one now. There was enough to deal with in the pack to add mom mourning.“Listen up,” the words were soft and venomous. “I don’t care if it's just curiosity. I don’t care if you have some grand design like saving mom or the entire pack. I don’t care if you hope to learn how to use it to kill others.”
He paused for one second, wanting to make every whispered word said to her was soaked in. “You seem to think your smart. You're being an idiot and selfish whether or not you see it.” Bear bait. Fish food. Lava dunking. Lots of fun things to do with fools. Mom surely loved her though. “You want to help? Then we set you up with one of the healers and you can assist them. Is that what you want? I’m not letting you kill yourself either way.” More's the pity.
Misery’s eyes narrowed, “and don’t try to insult me, little sister.” Not only as an older sibling but as any pack member. No one would fault him for making sure the brat understood basic manners. “Understand?” How did she want to play it? She could submit, back down and he’d let this go and be back to nice brother mode. Besides, he was offering to help her get set up with a healer. She’d probably tattle and he’d have to explain to mom later but that should be fine. So far Misery was playing nice.