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.anger makes you stupid —————————
————————— stupid gets you killed.
THE SMOKEY-HUED OBSIDIAN SCOWLED, WATCHING CASTOR WITH A FLICK OF his willowy tail that skimmed across the ground, kicking up poofs of dirt and leaves that fluttered from the movement. His molten copper hues twitched, brow raised at the cheeky grin Castor wore, frame tall, barely reaching Youkai’s height. “Idiot.” He grumbled. “Why the hell did you steal from my nest?” He quipped, jerking his head towards the semi-barren nest that lay, nestled beneath a pine tree.
He still hadn’t attempted to sleep in the warrior’s den, not since he’d woken up from that nightmare that seemed like ages ago. He sighed, reaching a clawed paw to drag down his scarred muzzle, shaking his helm. “You could have just taken them from the damn prey pile, you moron. Why the hell did you have to steal mine?” His tone was borderline annoyed, anger seeping into his words at the thought of having to go about collecting more.
Why the hell did Castor think it was a good idea? Taking apart the only thing he actually felt safe in. Sure. He knew he was safe in camp, but the prickling, itching sensation that danced along his skin never went away. How could it? He barely spent time there other than to patrol or hunt. Or whenever these two knuckleheads dragged me into their shit. Of course, he knew how dangerous it was to sleep outside of camp, but how could he when he wanted nothing more than to bolt the second he laid eyes on anyone? It was annoying as much as it wore him thin.
“Damnit.” He tossed his helm to the canopy of trees, teeth grinding as he fought to keep the bubbling words of anger from spilling past his lips. Castor meant well. He knew that.
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He still hadn’t attempted to sleep in the warrior’s den, not since he’d woken up from that nightmare that seemed like ages ago. He sighed, reaching a clawed paw to drag down his scarred muzzle, shaking his helm. “You could have just taken them from the damn prey pile, you moron. Why the hell did you have to steal mine?” His tone was borderline annoyed, anger seeping into his words at the thought of having to go about collecting more.
Why the hell did Castor think it was a good idea? Taking apart the only thing he actually felt safe in. Sure. He knew he was safe in camp, but the prickling, itching sensation that danced along his skin never went away. How could it? He barely spent time there other than to patrol or hunt. Or whenever these two knuckleheads dragged me into their shit. Of course, he knew how dangerous it was to sleep outside of camp, but how could he when he wanted nothing more than to bolt the second he laid eyes on anyone? It was annoying as much as it wore him thin.
“Damnit.” He tossed his helm to the canopy of trees, teeth grinding as he fought to keep the bubbling words of anger from spilling past his lips. Castor meant well. He knew that.
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