Mountain of Dire Plasticities

The old manic insane grin began to crawl across Crowe's face Stow this face from the boy Crowe, he cannot see this look of evil about you. He checked himself, and lowered his head to Mercy. "Do not look at my face Mercy, hear my voice and feel my words. But please do not look at me." Crowe knew what he was about to do could change the way Mercy felt and he did not want that, It almost deterred him but this opportunity had just been dropped in his lap. Crowe could not resist a fool's bluff or one whom thought they would crack Crowe so easily. Though he may no longer be a threat to pack mates, he was still very unstable in tense situations. This was just that.

So his face changed once he rose above Mercy, the sickly wicked smile crossed his face, as he relished the idea of challenging Anouke's wits. Which no doubt Crowe would win, for Mercy. Unknown to Mercy and Anouke was the fact that even though he looked every bit as insane as he once was, the anger was gone. The great white wolf was doing this to protect Mercy, he knew the only way to get through to this hellion before him was to act even more intimidating. So holding his look of pure insanity Crowe addressed Anouke "More than just a chat? Do you wish to prick at my nerve? Or do you think me a fool. You would have done nothing for fear that someone like me would come along. You have not the backbone for such an act."

Crowe's voice was pure ice, the pieces were in place, the game had begun. They were all pawns, and Crowe had ,made the very first move. Now to find out who the winner is.

Finishing and archving this since Anouke is inactive.

MERCY get your things, we're leaving when the morning birds are singing, we're sailing. When he was addressed by Crowe, Mercy became worried. Why couldn't he look at Crowe's face? What could he possibly do with his face that Mercy couldn't see? But the thought of this- that Crowe wanted to hide something from him- made the child slightly frightened and, obediently, he turned his head away, flattened his ears and squeezed his eyes shut. In hiis mind, he imagined Crowe transforming into some hideous beast, something larger than life- with fangs as long as tree branches and claws that could cut a stone clean in two. But this monstrous beast was nothing for him to fear- this monstrous beast only emerged when it needed to protect him. This was the shape his guardian angel took. Once the male was threatened in a voice which was chillingly cold, Mercy heard no response- except for the sound of footsteps receding quickly into the distance. He'd run off, Mercy supposed, having decided that Crowe was too much of a match for him- or that it wasn't worth upsetting a pack and having it track him down. Once he heard Crowe move, Mercy slowly opened his eyes and carefully turned his head around. He squinted at first, to make sure he didn't see anything he wasn't supposed to see- but Crowe had changed back into Crowe, and the monster's features, conjured by the boy's imagination, had long since left the male's face. This was his friend, his guardian angel. Feeling slightly embarrassed, having brought this situation on himself, Mercy was quite happy to be escorted back to the packlands, back to his home where he belonged. <b style="font-family:georgia; color:#fefefe;">

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