12-10-2010, 02:09 AM
The Witch's growl-groans grew a bit louder, and his shoulders raised up to his chin. He glanced down at the hand on top of his hand, brow furrowed slightly in confusion. The few humans that had passed by him, or had gone through the house in an attempt to raid food out of it, had been disgusted by him...had avoided him. He'd just stopped making an effort to appeal to them.
This one was not like that. This one had even reached out and touched him...and offered him food. More food, to be precise...he noticed the human slipping more sweet treats into the pile he was guarding with one of his clawed hands. He sniffed--even though he wasn't making too much noise, he was still crying. The tears streamed down from his eyes in a seemingly unstoppable deluge.
He gave what looked like a hesitant, half-hearted nod in response to the human's question.
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