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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/17/2017 8:26:29 PM
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"I was just practicing."
She said, turning completely to look at the man.
"So why are you stalking a lone furry?"
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Furry? Well I suppose so, though I can't see you skin under that armor, so I'll take your word for it. People call me furry too, got a lot of hair on my chest. As for stalking, well no, I was just coming back from collecting firewood. [b]He rolled his shoulder, and the clack of wood smacking against each other was heard. [/b]
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She took off her helmet, and gave him a slightly acidic smile. She (like practically everyone on this site knows already) looked a lot like a goat. "I think I win."
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Hm. I've got friends back at home who have goat legs, but never a goat head. That said, you win. I don't think my chest hair is as furry as you are. [b]He chuckled, and patted his chest as if to prove a point, that the area in which he patted was where his hair was. [/b] So- you some sorta rare satyr? Or something?
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"Lab rat would be a better term....I was created like this, though I was originally human."
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Lab rat, huh? Well, being human isn't so great, as you probably know. But- being goat and all, can you really eat garbage?
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She seemed to take great offense. "Stop talking." Alpha said, crossing her arms and giving him a deathstare.
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[b]He simply stared at the sniper. Shouldering the bag, he turned and began walking off, before halting to speak. [/b] Social skills are as important as combat. Two people without them cannot hope to hold a conversation.
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"Then don't be rude."
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Then don't tell people to stop talking. Did you expect me to follow your command? [b]He shook his head with a sigh, and looked at the goat. [/b] Not everyone'll know what you have gone through, whether or not you have the physical capabilities of a goat. I sure didn't.
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"Then maybe you should at least be a bit nice about than 'hey can you eat my trash for me?'" She said, fuming
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I asked if it was true that goats could eat anything- garbage. When I asked my frog knight friend if he ate flies, he didn't tell me to stop talking. Instead- he told me that he did. [b]The large man shrugged, speaking again.[/b] I assumed you would answer my question as well.
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"I assume your frog friend hasn't gone through hell." Alpha said, still defensive as ever.
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Maybe not. Have you? Based off that gun you have, I assume that you're still afraid.
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"I'm not afraid!" Her voice rose in pitch and vehemence
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Yeah?! [b]His own voice rose in response, for a slight moment he cooked before he spoke again. [/b] Than why do you need such a big gun? Fighting back against the hell you went through, or running from it?
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"Maybe I'm just tired of the world trying to -blam!- me over for things I can't control! You ever think of that? You have NO idea what I go through on a daily basis!."
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You're right, I don't. [b]He raised his hand in a pointing gesture, to emphasis his next phrase. [/b] And you got any idea what I go through? No. Neither of us. In the end, we simply don't know. So will you wallow in self pity? Or put that cannon to use fighting gain at the thing that make your life the hell you believe it to be.
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"I kill and I run and I do everything in my power but it doesn't matter. YOU have it easy. YOU aren't in danger of being hunted because you aren't human. YOU aren't hunted because of your actions." She said, walking up to him and poking him in the chest with an armored finger
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[b]He stood still, looking at the goat with his calm eyes, as if hurt. He felt the strain which he was poked before speaking in a rather small voice for his size.[/b] Kill? You seem to throw that word around like it is casual, part of your life. It's a heavy weight, throwing it around will only make you tired.
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"Why do you think I was created like this? Why do you think I can shoot? I was made to clean up the messes of cowards with power. That kinda works here, don't it?"
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Well, I can throw my axe, but it doesn't mean I have too. [b]He patted the large weapon, removing the hand from his chest. [/b] Unless those cowards have an army on their side I'd say you'd fair pretty well, if your temper wasn't so harsh.
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"Well you know what, my temper is just -blam!-ing fine." She said, her voice a hiss now
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Oh yeah? What if I were to hunt you? Get you a little mad, then crush you when you got close? [b]He chuckled, seemingly becoming cheery even after being slightly sour. [/b] But violence isn't my way- I choose to avoid it, unless necessary. Though necessary changes with the time.
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"Oh [i]joy[/i]. Another one of you guys who thinks they have the moral high ground cuz they have self imposed rules. And would you look at that, you can justify anything with them too!" She said, her sarcasm dripping from her words
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Moral high ground? Sure, sure I do. In my view, I put these rules on so I won't become like... Well, you. Or any of those wackos running around in high-tec armor with miniguns. I'm sure you've seen them. [b]He gestured towards the camp, and sighed. [/b] But I also am afraid- which is why I don't join the fighting force.
