Avoiding the Thought
04-10-2013, 07:51 PM
Dehydration was beginning to set in. It was incredible thing, how the state of a creature's body could affect his mind so drastically. It felt much more like his mind was drying up, thoughts contorting as seconds passed. The presence of the female made the brute well with rage, his emotion visible in his quivering limbs. Surprise was etched on her delicate features, though soon turned to irritation at his sudden approach. In many ways, the two looked similar -- both somewhat petite, his own features nearly as feminine as her own. Frantic gaze traveled over the stranger, taking in each of her as though his life depended much more on remembering her than it did finding something to drink. Domovei's own teeth were bared, hackles pricked threateningly along his spine. "Ubi fumus, ibi ignis..." His expression twisted into one of maniacal amusement, his eyes glimmering as he lowered his head slightly and squared his shoulders. An abrupt laugh would spill from parched lips, the sound dry and hollow from within his chest. "Where there is smoke, there is fire..." Slowly the creature moved to circle her, eyes dancing with amusement at her slightly sarcastic question. 'Am I on your lands, sir?' A sinister cackle erupted, the sound weak but audible. "My lands... as if I own anything..." The creature was mumbling, as though talking to himself, despite his attention being directed towards Cassandra. "It is lovely indeed, but no, not mine... what... what is your name again, female?" How terribly Domovei resembled a rat -- a quivering, mumbling little rodent, snickering as his mad eyes danced over her, awaiting her response as though she had once given him her name, and he had simply forgotten it already. |