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This was just what he needed! Great! Wonderful!
The coywolf tried for a fleeting moment to look on the bright side of things. But the bright side was still shit compared to where he wanted to be, and look: he'd had a bad day and a bad week and a bad month and last month wasn't great, either. His whole life had been really shitty, lately, and so he felt very sure that his current temperament had been earned.
So what if he wanted to throw himself a pity party?
Even so, he was prepared to excuse himself and go scream someplace else. Until a fiery little gremlin popped out of the woodwork and said something that left him extra peeved. Not that it showed on his placid features; he blinked his dark eyes at them — very cutesy, very demure.
He didn't look at the gremlin. He address the wolf that'd spoken to him. (She might still be a gremlin. He was withholding judgement, for now, unlike the guttersnipe.)
"Someone has got to do it," he said blithely, solemnly, dutifully. "I thought I'd do it here just in case no one'd done it yet today. Just for a little while. There's more SHITTY, ANNOYING FUCKING RAVINES to be shouted at elsewhere, y'know."
He kept his volume more polite this time and aimed his voice outward once more, just for the sake of their ears. He wasn't out here to damage anyone's hearing, arlight?
"You should try it," he told her. "It's cathartic."
And here, there was a little bit of bite to his words. Not directed at her, necessarily. He just wished it was a little more cathartic. And he wished he was feeling a little more fleet-footed, in case these wolves decided he did look like a meal. More power to them, he supposed — and he wished them all the joy of his diminished (skinny! the horror!) frame. He hoped they got his fur stuck in their teeth and maybe in their intestines, too.
Not that he thought it would serve them right or anything. A meal was a meal. That was just the kind of mood he was in today, and the level of compassion he currently held for his fellow wolf.
The coywolf tried for a fleeting moment to look on the bright side of things. But the bright side was still shit compared to where he wanted to be, and look: he'd had a bad day and a bad week and a bad month and last month wasn't great, either. His whole life had been really shitty, lately, and so he felt very sure that his current temperament had been earned.
So what if he wanted to throw himself a pity party?
Even so, he was prepared to excuse himself and go scream someplace else. Until a fiery little gremlin popped out of the woodwork and said something that left him extra peeved. Not that it showed on his placid features; he blinked his dark eyes at them — very cutesy, very demure.
He didn't look at the gremlin. He address the wolf that'd spoken to him. (She might still be a gremlin. He was withholding judgement, for now, unlike the guttersnipe.)
"Someone has got to do it," he said blithely, solemnly, dutifully. "I thought I'd do it here just in case no one'd done it yet today. Just for a little while. There's more SHITTY, ANNOYING FUCKING RAVINES to be shouted at elsewhere, y'know."
He kept his volume more polite this time and aimed his voice outward once more, just for the sake of their ears. He wasn't out here to damage anyone's hearing, arlight?
"You should try it," he told her. "It's cathartic."
And here, there was a little bit of bite to his words. Not directed at her, necessarily. He just wished it was a little more cathartic. And he wished he was feeling a little more fleet-footed, in case these wolves decided he did look like a meal. More power to them, he supposed — and he wished them all the joy of his diminished (skinny! the horror!) frame. He hoped they got his fur stuck in their teeth and maybe in their intestines, too.
Not that he thought it would serve them right or anything. A meal was a meal. That was just the kind of mood he was in today, and the level of compassion he currently held for his fellow wolf.
* Dusty is a little shit who is always up in people's business. Feel free to bite him and inflict minor injuries without asking permission.
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