Charmed, I'm Sure
10-05-2013, 05:42 AM
He didn't fit in here, and he was all too aware of this. Isardis had accepted him -- albeit not totally willingly -- but he hadn't been surprised. He was useless, oh so useless, and as the boy grew older he was beginning to realize he would be a subordinate to the wolves here and never and equal. He was broken physically, and emotionally, and he was oh so sensitive for a boy his age. It was obvious even as he stood there, his limbs quivering slightly, hid eyes wide with insecurity and slight apprehension. His tail remained tucked beneath his belly -- a picture of utter submissive. "I am h-honored to meet you, miss Sendoa," he said honestly, corners of his lips curling into a small but meek smile. The juvenile watched with awe as she nudged her kill towards him, and he would hop awkwardly a few steps closer to is, hesitant as though he were certain she would jump out and bite him if he got too close. "Thank you, so much!" He was grateful, and his grin grew substantially more. He knew he was small, but he'd been mostly subsiding on fish and tiny rodents he managed to catch. He would never be a warrior, nor a hunter -- and he didn't have much interest in healing. He stifled a sigh, not wanting to seem ungrateful, before he began to nibble at what was left of the hare. A moment of silence followed as he swallowed the meat, eating as though he hadn't in some time. though not wanting to seem too greedily. But he did look up again, eying Sendoa cautiously. "C-can I ask you a question, miss?" |
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