you won't feel a thing !

*Angeal* · 05-24-2013, 10:22 PM

When he fell silent, Angeal turned his attention towards Liste with a thoughtful expression. Her question was more difficult to answer than Angeal was willing to admit. Like my mother, He knew that much but there was more to it than that. Because Jenova had been something other than wolf, it these legends were to be believed. If these legends were even true, which Angeal doubted now that he wasn't listening to these legends with the mentality of a six month old pup. He would like to think that he was no longer as gullible as he had been before. "Well, they said that she was a wolf, but with the strength of many. The stories vary a lot, but they all come down the same basic appearance." He should know. His mother had looked like the embodiment of these tails. No one knew why. "She had a base coat of white, with strange contraptions on her body that were not natural in their origin. She was not natural in origin, or so they say. But she had black markings on her paws and legs. They were sort of . . . swirling, I guess. They went up to about her knees, and her tail was tipped in black. And depending on what version you're listening to, she was the size of ten wolves, or had strange third appendages that could bend and twist every which way. A lot of it has clearly been elaborated on. She's the monster of the bedtime stories that we were told as pups, so she had to be made scary. Though that's not to say that she wasn't scary in her own right." His mother, at least, had been a scary wolf. There was a reason that he had been raised by the more . . . normal Gillian.

Grinning lightly at Liste as she spoke, Angeal chuckled softly. "It was one of my favorites when I was younger," Angeal commented absently, so distracted by his thoughts that he hardly noticed her movements. "And then I grw up and it seemed less magical. But it was one of my favorites when I was young." Nodding absently, Angeal wagged his tail slightly. The story had lost a lot of its charm when Angeal had realized that the mythical monster Jenova was what his mother was named after. And she had been more similar to her namesake than ought to be right in any normal wolf.

Then again, you could not get much further from normal than Angeal's mother. Maybe that was why he was so fucked up. Angeal snorted softly, twitching his ears as he glanced at Liste again. "I'm not sure how I'm going to top that." Angeal chuckled softly, shaking his head as he examined the female, shifting his weight slightly as he glanced thoughtfully at the deer carcass. Hmm. Perhaps he would top this by showing her the dancing lights that could be found only in the coldest reaches or the North. Or maybe he would just tell her the stories of the world that his pack believed they had been a gate to. His pack had had far too many stories for his tastes, honestly.

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