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Post by Haruka on Mar 23, 2006 17:19:41 GMT -5
Don't worry. I wouldn't recommend it anyway... unless you like feeling like you're about to literally drop dead.
He was serious about that too. Crosscountry was not one of those fun "let's all have a good time" sort of sports. Like the slogen said: Our sport is your sport's punishment. Why you would rather play a punishment than an actual sport? Yet, Duka was a very good runner and he did just that... Ironic, farfetched and just plain strange... all at once...
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Post by Dylan on Mar 23, 2006 18:16:17 GMT -5
she smiled slightly, though seeing the seriousness in his eyes. she nod slightly. she didn't truly like that feeling.
So, why do you do it? You just one who's naturally fast?
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Post by Haruka on Mar 23, 2006 18:33:48 GMT -5
Tilting his head to one side curiously, the big cat regarded the wolf with quite the interested stare. He had just been wondering that himself...
I'm not totally sure why I do it... but I do. Maybe it's just to prove that I can. I'm not very good at anything else really...
That wasn't true, in fact it was an outright lie but the shifter's modesty and lack of selfworth made it true to him.
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Post by Dylan on Mar 23, 2006 18:49:14 GMT -5
she looked at him wonderingly.
You have to be good at more things then that...
she said, still looking at him. she didn't really believe that was the only thing he was good at. he didn't seem like someone who wasn't good at things.
What about tennis? You said that you loved Tennis... you must be good at it if you love it. And school you seem like a smart guy, you probably get good grades.
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Post by Haruka on Mar 23, 2006 20:57:54 GMT -5
Dropping his gaze to the ground between his furry paws idly, the tiger shook his head slowly, grinning slightly at the same time. This werewolf had to be one of the nicest creatures he had met since he got here...
No, not really. I do play tennis all the time but not very well. Sure I can take on the machine thingy but I can't hit the ball very hard so I stink against other people... And my grades aren't that good. My mind wanders too much and it's hard to pay attention...
Walking her forelegs forward, the big cat sank into a laying position. The brisk Autumn wind was bothering his exposed underside, moving easily through his thin coat. Laying down didn't help very much but it was certainly better than sitting up had been...
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Post by Dylan on Mar 23, 2006 21:33:09 GMT -5
he's been the only person she's met so far... she hasn't been around in her werewolf form, she can't stand it. she smiled slightly as he smiled, though kept his gaze down.
Well, we have a lot in common. Though, I'm pretty good at tennis.
she said with a slight smile. her grades were always low, but never failing. she did great in class work but homework she'd always forget about then rush with the answers at last minute and get them all wrong.
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Post by Haruka on Mar 23, 2006 21:42:00 GMT -5
Grinning softly still, the tiger looked up at the wolf again, his green eyes glowing slightly in the full moonlight. It wasn't an eery glow but it would be enough to scare a human shitless. But, then again, it didn't take much to frighten such creatures.
You seem like you would be. Bet you're really fast in your human form, kinda like I am.
Turning his head slowly, the big cat added softly,
Bet you're pretty too...
Though not a comment he gave to everyone, it was often thought of others. Everybody was more beautiful than him. He was a striped freak with a digusting scar on his face. It wouldn't take much to beat him in a beauty contest... in his opinion anyway...
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Post by Dylan on Mar 23, 2006 21:48:33 GMT -5
she blushed slightly at his last comment, though it was unnoticeable through her fur. she smiled slightly. she didn't really have anything to say of the comment, but looked up at him.
Well, I could guess your pretty hot when your human.
she said with another smile. if he was anything like he was in his tiger form, the there wouldn't be any problems. to be honest, she had noticed the scar, but it was nothing that she would turn away from.
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Post by Haruka on Mar 23, 2006 22:09:23 GMT -5
Regarding the wolf out of the corner of his tiger eye, the big cat lifted his eyebrow in a very human-like manner, sucessfully looking very convincingly suspicious. He was assuming that she was saying that for lack of another response. There was no reason for her to think such things of him. he was ugly and digusting and... yeah...
You'll be very surprised then when you do see that form...
Turning his gaze away again, he focused his dark pupils on a bush a few meters away. It moved slightly as a fox tried to sneak away from the larger predators...
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Post by Dylan on Mar 24, 2006 15:20:52 GMT -5
she looked at him. she'd never gotten a reaction like that before, most guys if they say your beautiful and you say they're pretty hot, right back, they're pretty happy, but he... just dissed himself right there... at least he could love himself. she looked at him still.
Oh come... don't be like that. I bet your not as bad off as you say you are...
she said. her voice caring, and almost loving, like a mother would sound, but as a teenager. she still looked at him, waiting for a response. she didn't think he'd be ugly, or as bad as he says. so what? he may not be the hottest guy in school... but id that really your goal, that you would then dis yourself?
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Post by Haruka on Mar 24, 2006 17:05:15 GMT -5
Letting his ears swivil about on top of his head, picking up the delicate sounds of the woodland as they went, the tiger let a soft purring growl escape his muzzle. It was like a soft human chuckle...
I'm sorry... I'm always saying things like that.
Turning to her, corners of broad snout turned upwards in a gentle smile, a fake one but a smile nonetheless.
You're right. I'm not as bad as I think.
He was too nice sometimes. All this was simply to keep the werewolf from beginning to worry about him. There was no need to get others involved in his problems. They were his and his alone, no one else's...
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Post by Dylan on Mar 24, 2006 17:09:13 GMT -5
she looked at him, being able to tell the fakeness of his smile, but she didn't say anything...
after and a silence, this on being awkward cause she wanted to ask him things, but she'd kept quiet. she looked up finally.
Care to talk or no?
she asked softly as she looked to him, icy blue pools showing a little care, and a little interest, but no worry. she hoped he would answer. he might not say anything about what was wrong, or he might. either were fine with her.
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Post by Haruka on Mar 24, 2006 17:19:53 GMT -5
Having dropped his gaze to the ground between his paws again, the tiger hadn't even noticed the silence when it fell between them. He was lost in idle thoughts on his past and where he hoped to end up in the future, as well as where he was sure he would end up. But he jerked his head when the werewolf spoke again, curiosity dancing in his pupils.
Talk? About what?
He had a hunch he knew what about... but he wanted to make sure....
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Post by Dylan on Mar 24, 2006 17:22:48 GMT -5
You seem to have a lot on your mind... a lot of problems your dealing with.
she said as she looked at him. she wondered if she could help in anyway, and was willing to try.
I was wondering if you cared to talk about them.
she said, looking up at him still.
*hey, I g2g, be on later.*
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Post by Haruka on Mar 25, 2006 19:07:37 GMT -5
The tiger looked dumbfounded, like she had just sprouted another head and a third eye. Well, maybe not quite so dumbfounded but close enough. He was pretty surprised, let's say. No one ever wanted to listen to him, he was that really smart kid and even his friends turned away when he was speaking, interrupting him with something completely irrelevant. Yet, this werewolf was offering to listen to him speak. He'd never seen such a thing before...
Nah, it's nothing too serious...
Shifting his paws so that they crossed each other, Duka laid his head down on the ground.
I'm just... talking myself down again, always have. Guess it's cause others have too. I've never really been apart of something, anything. Not a group of friends, not truly a sport or anything. In crosscountry, I always crossed the line ahead of my teammates so the ones that were not running would simply congratulate everyone behind me.. And I was the worst tennis player on the tennis team so I got no recognition there. Plus, nobody cares about the flute in a band... which so happens to be me again...
Pausing in his little explanation of sorts, he sighed...
I guess I'm just... out of place, ya know? I thought for sure this school, with others like me, would be so much better for me. But so far, I've only been tricked, scammed, humiliated and syked...
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