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The Warning - Nine Inch Nails (Real World Remix)

Newol

Newol snatched his head alertly at the sound of flapping wings, dropping it down so that the bird's claws only managed to slip through the fur of his head. And had it not made sure to not stop for a moment, the brute might have been a little peeved by the whole thing and made some kind of attempt to swat the bird down and pin it underneath his paw and kindly inform it not to Fuck with it. But that was not the case. And so as it went over head, he snatched his head back up with a disdainful look on his face. But moving his gaze away he was thoroughly ready to dismiss the whole thing and move on with his day. The idle thought in his head that it was just a immature bird having it's fun, nothing he could get too upset about what with his own refusal to fully mature himself. But it would seem he was wrong. Next the bird spoke. And spoke in a very convincing female wolf's voice at that. He turned to look at it puzzlingly for a moment before actually considering the creature's words. At least it was a moment to his thinking speed. Newol's thought process was incredibly fast. It was part of the reason that he had to find a nice pleasant moment, which was what this was supposed to be, to calm all the thoughts from his mind. It was also part of the reason why couldn't sit still without stimuli to save his life. Finally, the thought came full circle and his lips drew back into a very amused grin spread his face. His lips drew back on one side to reveal a row of nicely kept teeth. He rose his scared muzzle up high as he calmly spoke his words in a language he'd be surprised if the bird understood. Despite his calm tone and smile, there was nothing but hate to be found in his eyes as he did so."Лес воспитывал этого молодого человека!" Newol wasn't much one to suffer fools who couldn't be helped to improve, and was also not much in the mood to play games as he had just been having a very decent moment that was now lost. Still the little voice in the back of his mind said to watch his hind end. So, looking over his shoulder, then checking his surroundings briefly, his ears went straight up and sideways, scanning for hint of an advance on him. He flexed his front paws, splaying his toes out and then bringing them back in, scratching at the earth under his feet a few times for some faint vibration that would warn him. Finally, he returned his gaze to the bird and, maintaining his very calm demeanor and sitting position, simply staired at it with a small and content grin on his face. Making his willingness to play along made very plan.

Language used: Russian.
Translation: "The Woods Raised this Young Man."