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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 27, 2012 17:59:59 GMT -5
Devon tensed, lips lifting to reveal sharp teeth, shor like that of a puppy's at the moment, being as he wasn't much past human form.
He eased up. "I know he cares.." He murmured, smiled just slightly. "He's good to me..." Nodding, he started up on his search for the right room. "I just don't want him scared..."
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 27, 2012 18:18:25 GMT -5
When Devon smiled Arice couldn't help but smile too. "Being scared is a part of life Devon. It's what you do with the fear that matters." Like she could talk. She was constantly afraid, mainly of people. She was even afraid of Zander for some reason, even if he was just human. She realized with a shock that she was not afraid of Devon though. Maybe because he was so childlike. He was one of the very few people that did not scare her and make her want to hide behind Trix.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 27, 2012 18:30:11 GMT -5
"I dunno.." He mumbled. "I'm scared of lot'sa people.. And everybody is scared of me, my dads are even." He bit at his snakebites, playing with the septum ring in his nose for a moment. "I dunno why.."
He lowered his gaze thoughtfully, allowed his fingernails to sharpen into long dark claws and turned to show her with a curious tilt of his head. The claws of a wild animal, a predator's, similar to that of a large cat perhaps.
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 27, 2012 18:49:58 GMT -5
"Why are you scared of anyone?" If he had someone telling him he was 'bad' then he should having nothing to fear, so why? When he turned to her with claws out she took a step back. Trix was snarling, begging to fight, but she knew that was not the approach to take.
"Devon, what are you doing?" She could feel her grip on her body slipping ever so slightly, and yellow was beginning to bleed into her iris' while her teeth sharpened.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 27, 2012 18:57:47 GMT -5
"Just showing you..." He whispered. "I scratched Dylan last night...he made me undress for him..." He bit his lip. "But he's different..I can hurt him, he hurts me." He watched the claws shorten, and eventually his hands seemed human again and he frowned. "He made my cut myself again..my stomach instead of my arms.." Again that ritual or rubbing at the scarred words over his arms, then the scab on his stomach and he turned away again, clueless as to the fact that what he had just done had been upsetting.
"I can't find him," He complained, peering into another room.
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 27, 2012 19:05:52 GMT -5
She swallowed the urge to snarl at him with effort. Devon would not hurt her. Not mean to anyway. The yellow did not disappear though once Devon mentioned undressing for this Dylan. However, she was in control of this anger. Was he implying what she thought he was? And the cuts, those were Dylan too? "Does Zander know?" Her voice was a little ragged, as if her tongue didn't quite know how to make the words correctly. Why was she feeling so protective over this person she had just met?
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 27, 2012 19:31:13 GMT -5
Devon nodded. "I told him, he found me in the park, took me home. And then he had to come here." He continued walking again, once more rubbing at his bare arm, touching curiously at the bruises littering his wrists.
He yawned some, covering his mouth. "I'm used to it.." He reassured, glancing into yet another window.
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 27, 2012 19:37:08 GMT -5
"You shouldn't have to be." Her voice was soft, but full of rage. To hurt someone like that was unspeakable. Panthera are no different. The weak take advantage of the strong, and males mate with any bitch that can't fight them off. The thought of giving birth to more like her made her shudder. Then again, the thought of doing the act made her sick to her stomach. "Why does he do it? Why don't you stop him?"
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 27, 2012 19:47:38 GMT -5
Devon shrugged. "He's my brother," He murmured. "He used to like me, and then Mat disappeared. He came home early. He only hit me at first." He found the room but the door was locked, so he sat down in one of the chairs outside, playing with the gauze wrapped over his knuckles.
"He's kinda like me though. But he's stronger than me." He hadn't told her exactly what he himself was, didn't know how to explain it. It was more like showing her. But he didn't want to scare her away, either.
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 27, 2012 19:57:41 GMT -5
Brother? His brother did this too him? Brothers were supposed to protect, take care of you. And who was Mat? Did his brother lose someone special? Was it really enough to abuse your brother like this? "Just because he's stronger doesn't mean he should take advantage of you." She pondered what she had seen earlier. "What are you exactly anyway?"
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