Keeshah wrote:Rav lays his ears back down against the sides of his skull, looking shamefully down at the house's cool tile floor. His tail tucking up between his legs, as he is now find it very hard to keep looking Blood in the eyes anymore.
I have always been taught that being a pure-breed was always the best a dog could be. Even if your not good enough to win in the show ring.Rav trails off..
An while i know many a pure bred dog who would look down upon a mutt, i have never heard about it being taken to such an extreme.. ummm hatred. I didn't even know that us pets were even capable of being that way, the humans keep such a tight leash on are aggression. I have so much to think on now.. Rav whimpers..
Anyone trying to hurt you an Venison, will have to get past me, an i don't go down very easy at all.Rav growls..
Seeing Rav break eye contact was a sign that Blood interpreted as him not wanting to hear that hurtful truth he’d just thrown out. But even so, what he said wasn’t even the half of it for the coydog.
“Rav, are you kidding? A pedigree looking down on me like a mutt, would be like a judge looking down on an assailant like a petty thief. You obviously haven’t been around the block as many times as I have. According to most of those arrogant humans and pure breeds, mutts are low, but feral hybrids...they’re scum. I guess they assume that since coyotes are generally stereotyped sneaky, thieving, backstabbing, opportunists, it’s perfectly reasonable to expect the same from any dog who’s got coyote in them. Maybe the next time you meet a herding or police dog, you can ask them about coyotes. They’re sure to tell you some interesting opinions.”
RockstarRaccoon wrote:Sid nodded at what Blood said, knowing first-hand how true it was.
Sid glanced over at Rav, considering how easy it would be to prove him wrong by making him go down right then and there. He didn't, of course, as that would mean trouble from the others, but instead scoffed silently, before elaborating to him, ignoring the comment from the female cat in the kitchen. "Kid, you've spent a little too much time in the show ring if you think humans care more about how you act than how you look. Do you even understand how the system works? How it's set up to keep the humans on top? We don't have any rights in their system, Kid, only the ones they choose to allow us. Hasn't anyone ever explained this to you?" He was close to snarling at Rav, but recollected himself, having realized he was in a human home with alot of really normal pets, and that talking this way could get him some unwanted attention: after all, he'd been on a few death-lists before in his life, and he didn't want to find himself on another one any time soon... He sighed, hackles lowering, "Look, Rav, I know you want everyone to get along and be happy and all that, but the world isn't happy: pretty much everything sucks. Most people don't see enough of the world to know that, but once you do, there's no trusting anyone's rules. In the real world, if you aren't tough enough to look out for yourself, you're gonna get stepped on, and you're gonna get squashed." He crossed his arms and looked at Rav, his tail flicking back and fourth as he calmed himself, the broken, paralyzed end flopping about as he moved it from side to side.
Blood took another good look at Sid, noting the apparently ‘broken’ end of his tail as well as the obvious bitemarks on his ear. It made almost perfect sense. Any ‘pet’ that voiced something like that had obviously seen some time on the streets. Something Blood could easily relate to. Though for the moment, he again took into account just what the setting was in contrast to what they were talking about. Two younger housepets and a mouse, probably a human he’d have yet to see was home. The topic at hand was probably going to get too intense if it kept going. He sighed deeply and decided to try and close it for the time being.
“Alright, this is getting just a little too deep for the rating here, I think I do need some of that lemonade now. If nothing else here, I’ll have to check back at my place soon to see if my friend is back.” Blood muttered to himself.
“Or at least left me a KEY or somethin’...” He gave Sid a serious and questioning look before walking back over near Rav and sitting on the floor. He rubbed the sides of his head under his ears as if trying to sooth a headache.
