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"OGA!" pix yelled out into the night, despite the trembling of her legs at being out in the dark. she needed to get this straightened out, her brother being mad at her, and it should just over and done with. however, despite that, the cub was terrified out of her mind that he wouldn't ever forgive her for whatever she did and her claws were digging into the ground, slightly quivering. "why are you mad at me!?" she yelled that out into the dark as well, tail lashing and jingling wildly as she gazed into the black of the night. it was so dark out tonight, why had she decided that this was the correct time to question her brother? perhaps it was her intense fear of the dark, the constant pressure of terror for was whatever was lurking out there, but the stress got to her and tears sprung to her eyes. fear was a powerful thing and right about now it was bringing her real emotions to the surface. "oga..! i don't want you to h-hate me.. i really don't want you to so stop being mad.." her words choked on that terrible word 'hate' just as she thought about it, a sullen sinking feeling yanking on her heart. she couldn't let her brother hate her.. however much the last part of her sentence sounded like a command, it was more like a plea if you heard her quivering voice. she screwed her optics straight forward and locked her legs to keep them from wildly trembling as she saw the dark closing in, digging her claws into the ground so hard it hurt. she really just wanted her brother to not hate her.
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