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09-18-2013, 04:45 PM





Oddity was sore, his muscles had been toyed with since his last fight. Considering how rusty he had been, it was no wonder he lost. Though he had to admit, the strange dance he had with the woman had made him gain respect for her more. After all, being one of Isar's children, he was adapted to respect her regardless. Gender was no term for the man when it came to Isar. That man nearly ran over his heart some when it came to terms of loving someone. Oddity had to chuckle at the thought. His right front leg had a wound over it, not to mention his left blue eye with gashes above and below it. The lower gash was going to turn into a scar, but he was happy to wear it. The same as the older one on his chest. As well as the soreness in his neck bothering him from the piece of skin that had tearing. All the wounds scabbing and beginning the slow healing process. Oddity felt like becoming a cat and to start licking the wounds, but he told himself not to do so. After all, they would heal on their own, and he had been treated already for the wounds. He wouldn't die, and that was enough. His honor was a bit hurt, but not much as to why he felt in such a way towards the daughter of his king.
Oddity lowered his head onto his paws to think for a few minutes. "Why did it have to be you?" The boy whispered half to himself. Wondering why he had created such a feeling in the back of his heart. A small needle fell onto him from the dying tree's as they would be starting their sleep before the coming spring. Oddity would turn three years old next season, but he didn't feel any older than he already was. Time itself didn't know when to quit telling him to stop saying that he was above everything. Now he understood what it felt like to be a small part, no, a small particle of something much larger. Well, at least his King had no worries, for Oddity would never betray him. It may have well just ripped his heart out. It wasn't remorse, that wasn't there, but he didn't desire to feel that way in the first place. He was strange still, Odd, as his name fitted him.




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