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Usagi

Loner

Master Fighter (245)

Advanced Hunter (103)

An icon representing the specialty Weaponsmaster Weaponsmaster

age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
139
size
Medium
build
Light
posts
182
player
Talia

Samhain 2022Statue 4 Worship
06-28-2022, 12:15 PM
""You have been quite brave, indeed..I would hobble about, whining...! You take it, yes, solemnly. Respectfully. Like a badge of acceptance," Sayuri told him, seemingly amazed at his tenacity despite his situation. Usagi didn't really know how to respond to what appeared to be admiration and praise all in a few sentences - as such he didn't really reply to her comments, nodding softly in acknowledgement. His ankle was beginning to throb from being dangled, so he shifted from standing to sitting - easing his rump steadily onto the ground and gingerly folding his injured leg as well with a pained grunt. His face tightened with discomfort that eased once he had the weight off his other legs, unfurrowing his brow as the looked over at the well-spoken woman. Her words were formal, sophisticated - a wolf of fine culture and raising. He was more crude, rough, like a jagged rock. It seemed she didn't mind his silence as she mentioned his name, and how he surely made others regret mocking it. He shrugged his shoulders, realizing he hadn't let his anger flare so recklessly nowadays. "Nowadays, being in the structure of a pack has forced me to calm my temper. If you had known me as a young child, I certainly made others hurt if they made fun of me." He had changed..dramatically, it seemed. As a child, he lashed put, snapped and fought any kid who so much as gave him the wrong look - small but all fury and fire in his bones. Being in a pack and having to comply with superiors forced him to understand that such behavior was unacceptable, and as such, he matured significantly. Still, he had his moments - and those who tried his patience or insulted him, like the pirate that broke his ankle - would receive all the anger he locked up inside. This woman was kind, and gave him no reason to be snappish - as such, he calmed, only the irritation of his wound remaining in his tense posture. She then said that his name was quite charming, and he replied monotonously, "Oh, er..thanks." Life had taught him that his name was anything but charming, but if someone liked it - then that was fine.

Speech

wishing there was something left to lose
this could be the day i die for you—