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[left][list][center][b][size=170][color=#BF0000]๏ผท๏ผจ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผฆ๏ผฉ๏ผฅ๏ผฌ๏ผค[/color][/size][/b]
[color=#BF0000]โ[/color][color=transparent]___________________________[/color][color=#BF0000]โ[/color]
[size=80][color=#BF0000]age:[/color] [color=#808080]4 years[/color]
[color=#BF0000]gender:[/color] [color=#808080]male[/color]
[color=#BF0000]pack:[/color] [color=#808080]lipian[/color]
[color=#BF0000]rank:[/color] [color=#808080]head healer[/color]
[color=#BF0000]โ โ โ[/color]
[color=#BF0000]crush:[/color] [color=#808080]--[/color]
[color=#BF0000]mood:[/color] [color=#808080]distressed[/color]
[color=#BF0000]โ โ โ[/color]
[color=#BF0000]location:[/color] [color=#808080]healers den[/color]
[color=#BF0000]tags:[/color] [color=#808080]kanti[/color][/size]
[color=#BF0000]โ[/color][color=transparent]___________________________[/color][color=#BF0000]โ
[b][size=170]๏ผฌ๏ผฏ๏ผฃ๏ผซ๏ผท๏ผฏ๏ผฏ๏ผค[/size][/b][/color][/center][/list][/left][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][size=80][color=#808080]Females were as females were. Some being affable, diplomatic to the extent of the lasting meaning: conciliatory. There were those who dressed in dapper apparel, caught the fancy of those who turned their noses upward and kept diligent even when disaster struck. Others branched off of that tree in a way that made even the sheepish people cry out. Women of short-tempered, machiavellian natures that didn't give a damn how the other women thought of them. Of course, there we the few (and that's putting it lightly) who dared to castigate in such a manner it kept the ball rolling at the speed of light. Why yes, that was where Kanti had positioned herself to be. Yet in all its truth, she wouldn't be there much longer. The convulsion that sparked in his dimming eyes was of perplexity and pain; pull it all apart and you'd still put it back together as someone about to meet their fate. Her paw came down upon his flesh, claws and all, snagging at wounds that would never internally heal. He didn't understand, her response didn't compute in any fraction he could come up with. What had he done? Did... Did she actually not care for him? His pupils searched her gaze for knowledge, only to find an exterior of animosity, and as crystalline droplets began to flee from the storm clouds on his visage, he couldn't believe he'd been so weak as to let someone get close to him.[/color] [color=#4080BF][b]"... You,"[/b][/color]
[color=#808080]He suffocated on his own words, vision becoming much of fog as he frantically searched his dome for a proper reaction. Yet, nothing computed. He tried every equation he could muster up, but he still managed to come up empty handed. What was he suppose to do? He... By god, he couldn't feel his lower half at the moment. A part of him was fighting back the agony, while the other half was merely trying not to come off as crazy. She hadn't a clue on what she'd just done, whereas he knew she'd comprehended that injuring his manhood would have done pain on itself, she hadn't the slightest idea of the surgeries he underwent. hypersensitive was how he reacted. A yowl echoing throughout the den and much like a crackle of lightning hitting a tree, the flames grew in his visionaries and in his gullet. The male was aiming to slam his fore-paws into the chest of the woman, teeth snapping not simply at her but at the horrid pain he was undergoing. He flailed, lashing out at her with the force of a rabid animal.[/color] [color=#4080BF][b]"Why would you do that? I-I trusted you and... You, you!"[/b][/color] [color=#808080]He snarled, standing with a dip in his back as he began to vomit profusely. Whitfield had never told anyone about his auto-immune disease, but it wasn't as if he was expecting someone to smash into his genitals. It wasn't that though, it was his intestines. It was the most delicate part of his body, he had the scars to prove it. He'd gone through a total of five in his life. The first two were to identify the problem, the other three to remove dead tissue, heal with lasers, aggravate the hell out of him. They were going to neuter him, keep him as a show animal in the zoo, but of course that changed after he killed the other male in the pack. That lying bastard, that... [i]Kanti.[/i]
Diaphanous actions shuffled through his gaze, saliva dripping from his ebony lips as his neck began its slow incline upward to meet the eyes of fabricator herself. Muscle oscillating upon his flesh, saucer-sized paws stamping the earth below him as he aimed to jet forward onto her chest. His muzzle spread wide, teeth flashing as he began to yell violently. He was a fool, an ignorant fool to have trusted her and he'd become so weak, so fragile to let her stand above him as though he were a blind, suckling pup.[/color] [color=#4080BF][b]"Leave! Leave me alone! I thought I escaped those bloody monsters, those [i]lusus naturae[/i]! Yet here you stand before me in all your fraudulent! I-I trusted you, why do you keep hurting me? Does it bring you happiness to see me this way? You're just like them, h-how could you be like them, Kanti? I can't believe I spent so much time on you... I... I thought you were different. Leave! Get out! Go!"[/b][/color] [color=#808080]He barked, spit flying from his jowls as he felt his stomach toss once more. He didn't want to vomit again, not like this, not in front of everyone. They knew he was weak, they knew he was delicate. He let tears spill, only to suck them back up to collapse onto the fur below him. He was losing feeling, he knew soon he'd be unconscious, but that was okay, at least there he couldn't see Kanti anymore.
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