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Rough Draft & Developement } Sang des Loups |
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Sottise tramped alongside her mate, Malveillant. Her coat was dark, and glossy from the pouring rain. Malveillant cast a wayward glance, Ennui, their slumbering son, was wrapped up tightly in a tattered blanket. They had found it on the shores of a beach, perhaps four miles away. Sottise held the edges of the blanket firmly in her mouth, every once in awhile she would stop to re-grip what was left of the wet cloth. Malveillant snorted at her caring, their son was an accident, the reason they were on the run.
"There's only two children of Mal, why are you doting over that.. Mistake." he stated bluntly.
Sottise cast a sharp look his way, unable to answer because of her bundle. Malviellant chucked at her, and stopped gaiting. His pads were obviously aching, as were hers. Ennui stirred slightly in his dilapidated rag, Sottise took notice of this, and set him on the wet gravel beneath them.
"Wake up, my dearest.~" she chimed quietly, Malviellant harshly ridiculed her from behind.
Sottise pushed her nose softly into Ennui's chest fur and muttered few words of praise before locking her gaze with Malviellant's. She flashed her teeth and threatened to bite his neck if he mentioned anything about her offspring being a mistake. Malviellant pretended to take no notice, although he did feel threatened and his black, long ears shifted back slowly. He spoke less sharp afterwords.
"Good." Sottise said, starting to walk again. Ennui trotted behind her eagerly like Mary's lamb.
"La mère, où sommes-nous menés?"* he whined, blinking sleep from the bottom of his sclerae and eyelashes.
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Please comment on my intro/rough draft, it would be appreciated. ^^
Translations:
*La mère, où sommes-nous menés? = Mother, where are we headed?
 Tacky Wolf · Fri May 08, 2009 @ 12:01am · 0 Comments |
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