// sweet disposition

Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

// sweet disposition
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Posted on December 4, 2011 at 10:34:09 PM by Cashel

Cashel, although he too was a yearling, was certainly less well-adjusted than Urumi. Perhaps it was simply because he had very little to ground him to the mountain - his family was gone, all gone. He'd been born in the territory, unlike both of his parents; his mother had been an import who lived and worked in the human lands, his father a wandering vagrant of a wolf-dog. They had met in the human lands when Cashel's father, Remarkable, had been teasing the livestock, and after a brief courtship the two had decided to have a litter. What had happened to Meg and Andy, his mother and blind brother, Cash wasn't entirely sure of, but he hoped they had met with a kinder fate than his father and sister. Their dead eyes still met his when he dreamed, staring and wide, the reek of decay masking the scent he had once taken such comfort in...

But the wolf-dog didn't think about this now as he sat beside the female and the meandering river. She certainly was pretty, if there was something a bit odd about her; it would probably take the young male a bit longer to realize she was blind, considering apart from his brief relationship with his brother he'd not encountered any blind creatures before. But it wouldn't make much of a difference - Urumi seemed pleasant enough, certainly nothing to worry about.

But then why did he feel so nervous? Perhaps it stemmed from a general kind of anxiety when presented with interactions with other creatures; Cashel's self-confidence was severely low, low enough to cause him to be so remarkably awkward that even the blind (but likely infinitely more perceptive) female in front of him noticed. He shook his head, partly in response to her comment and partly to banish the recognition of his own self-doubt that had already planted the idea of running away in his mind. But of course he wouldn't do that - it would be just plain rude, and they'd struck up a reasonably pleasant conversation.

"Oh," he replied, wiggling his rump and hind quarters a little. "No, it wouldn't be a problem - I probably can't eat all of it anyway," he said, laughing a little. He leaned down, biting the fish with his strong jaws, splitting flesh and bone until he'd effectively ripped the dead creature in half. He scooted half of it toward her, then came back up, smiling what would have been a charming smile if it weren't for the fish blood staining his muzzle. "I insist," he said, a little boldly for him - what if she was allergic? What if she didn't like fish? He felt the familiar self-doubt rising like smoke in his heart. Why was he such an awkward moron?

Replies:

-A Dangerous, yet Beautiful Art. - By Urumi December 5, 2011 at 10:42:54 PM
- // sweet disposition - By Cashel December 6, 2011 at 02:47:44 AM
  - -A Dangerous, yet Beautiful Art. - By Urumi December 6, 2011 at 11:27:50 PM
    - // sweet disposition - By Cashel December 7, 2011 at 02:16:32 AM
      - -A Dangerous, yet Beautiful Art. - By Urumi December 8, 2011 at 04:47:46 PM
        
        // sweet disposition - By Cashel December 8, 2011 at 05:09:16 PM
        
        -A Dangerous, yet Beautiful Art. - By Urumi December 12, 2011 at 11:04:30 PM
        
        // sweet disposition - By Cashel December 16, 2011 at 00:29:57 AM
        
        -A Dangerous, yet Beautiful Art.- - By Urumi December 19, 2011 at 05:10:02 PM

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