The wolf looked disgusted as she stared up at him, talking softly. Gol', all she wanted was a decent conversation. Unfortunately, she'd gotten herself into bigger matters. 'What would I have to say to a savage like you?' the male growled at her, spit drizzling over her face. Eww. Scraping a paw across her face, she shook her head and stared up at him. "I don't know. Perhaps pleading for prey or tips on survival. Unfortunately, you look helplessly lost." she kept from growling, as she was pretty convinced that this wolf was mentally unstable. "I don't bite unless I have to." she let herself wink, slightly forced though. |
Since she had been called out and her motives had been revealed, this black hellion spoke more like her true self. Kiche's eyes narrowed even further as he listened, dismayed at how she had noticed how lost he was. Was it that obvious? He had no idea. But at her insinuation of biting him, Kiche jumped back nimbly, snapping his jaws. How dare she pretend to entertain the idea of innocent conversation, looking for his trust. He was not blind! He saw that wink out of the corner of his eye. She had tripped him, done voodoo-magic to his legs to prevent him from escaping. "There is nothing I want from you, and you will not touch me." Now he was beginning to wonder if she was only feigning lameness, if her injury was perhaps just a ruse. This caused him to take several steps backwards.
He did not feel one bit sorry for what he had done as he watched her dunk her face into the snow. She did deserve it. She should be sorry, but he knew she really wasn't sorry for what she had done, she was just sorry about having barf on her face. Cretin. "You don't deserve my forgiveness!" Kiche shouted back at her, his fiery eyes smoldering dangerously. "Go to hell!"</blockquote>
OOC: I'mma have her go ahead and start leaving. If he has anything to say or do, go for it. If not, then I'm sure they'll have another topic in Grizzly Hollow. ;) |
For what seemed like a life time encased inside of only a few seconds, there was strange, heavy silence. Only Kiche's ragged, angry breathing punctuated the moments, his eyes blazing. The female dervish said nothing, and he didn't particularly figure he should give a rat's ass. If he'd hurt her feelings, well, that was too damn bad. Of course, in his head, the language was more subdued —or at least, less obviously vulgar. There was still quite a bit of raving about heathens and tyrants and blood lust and evil, evil things. Truth be told, Kiche was almost in a blind rage, and he almost didn't see her get up and walk away. Even when he did notice, he didn't follow her or say anything or feel anything other than all the old disgust and anger. Not even a flicker of curiosity crossed his mind at the abrupt, unexplained leave she had taken.
Whatever. Damn them all. Still fuming, Kiche threw his head about in frustration, leaping forward. A sudden, unearthly scream raced from his mouth, chasing after the strange girl. He needed to let his anger out. It was all too much for him right now. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME? WHAT IS THIS PLACE? I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU ALL! DAMN YOU!" Let it all out. Let it all go.</blockquote>