[silver.]

snowecho // he/they // 30 moons

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Was this some kind of competition? Who could insult themselves worse and more often? Because if so, this was definitely a competition Snowecho could win. I mean, look at them. Their pelt grew lighter and lighter every day. It was as if stress alone was killing him slowly and ruthlessly... Or something like that. Ears flat against his head, he looks the apprentice over once more... Having extra weight definitely didn't seem like a bad thing. Not in their eyes, anyway. Would he go through the effort of trying to convince the young one otherwise? Most likely not. Thinking about him running from a dog and pausing to catch his breath, however... Ugh, it sends a shiver down his spine. If it came down to it they would die in his stead in a heartbeat! Scum like him deserved to die at the jaws of a creature just as disgusting.

Anxiously, they paw at the dirt, tracing mindless shapes with his claws... How was he supposed to respond to that? Friendly conversation or not it's driving him a little crazy to have to uphold conversation at all! He should have cowered and run when he had the chance! Letting their head lower a bit, their words come out so quietly it's almost as if they said nothing at all.

"Maybe if I could I would be worth something..." Grumble, grumble, mumble, mumble... "I think you look just fine the way you are... No need to change... Only cretins like me should bother bettering themselves..."

Mumble, mumble, mumble...

daypaw | @plum