Post by KEAN GRANT on Apr 1, 2011 8:58:29 GMT -5
✖✖it doesn't matter if you're going mad
↝ ↝ ↝ ↝ it doesn't matter that this place is so, so sad
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I ought to have killed him.
Brat.
Rotten mutt of a kid.
He's lucky to get away unharmed.A loud screech echoed, spreading out under the midday sky...
The noise reached the ears of an old lady, who decided she'd finally heard the banshee's call and began to hastily press the buttons on her phone to call a lawyer over to help her write out a will....
The scream sounded unlike any other. It was somewhat human, and yet so much like the yowl of a cat. It didn't come from a banshee, however, it came from Kean, who'd had a child stomp heavily on his tail. Kean's rage was at boiling point now, and had he less self control he would have ripped the now-stunned boy to pieces like his cat side was temptingly whispering for him to do. The boy, however, had never heard such a screech and was frozen in shock, his eyes wide with horror and his feet still pushing Kean's tail into the ground. Kean could scarcely control himself.
Picking up the boy and lifting him by the front of his shirt, Kean held the child close to his face, his expression an extremely murderous grin. He hissed threateningly to the boy, "You try a stunt like that again." he said, still grinning. "I'll make it so as you no longer have legs to use to stomp on any more tails. Comprende?" he gave the boy a shake, making the child's teeth rattle. The boy nodded hastily several times, still silent in fear. Kean then, quite simply, let go of the boy, who dropped to the floor then struggled back up onto his feet and darted off as fast as his legs could take him.
Kean's scary grin disappeared and was replaced with a frown as he looked at his tail. A patch of fur had actually come off it with the force of the boy's jump. He growled to himself and cursed. For a few moments, he considered chasing the boy down and teaching him a real lesson, but then the kid had looked only about twelve, so Kean knew the trouble that would come from physically hurting him would be more than he could deal with without the help of many lawyers indeed. His ears were flattened, and his nose was wrinkled in the start of an angry snarl. This was why he hated humans sometimes. No respect for animals or anything part animals
On a nice day
↝ ↝ ↝ ↝ I don't care what they say
OOC: Anyone entering should beware of a VERY angry Kean, and expect to be bitten.
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