by NecroBite » May 26th, 2012, 4:51:09 am
Mitch sort of shook his head, although his face was against his knees, so the motion didn't go very far. He let out a soft whine, tightening his arms around his knees and keeping his eyes firmly squeezed shut. There wasn't a point in keeping silent when he knew he had already been seen; he could smell Fred . . . and Amber as well as Jason. But more than that, he could hear them, could feel the sting in their words.
The omega let out another whine, his voice sort of catching on the last note and making it tremor pitifully. It stayed for that for a moment or two, but soon changed into a more human voice as he turned his face away from the others. He didn't know where the sudden courage came from, but he didn't really seem to care.
"Go away..." It was a strange set of words coming from the omega. Mitch was never one to command, especially from his order seated down so very low on the pack totem pole that he was on the bottom. He didn't expect anything to happen except perhaps for someone to get angry with him for it. It likely wouldn't help.
(Bleh . . . .)