...Or just sit back and ignore like nothing never happened...

*Cesar* · 09-24-2015, 06:12 PM

Someone yelled something rude at him. The fiend folded his ears and hissed – a wretched and wicked noise that twisted his scarred lips. He did not like being spoken to rudely. Someone else turned around, glaring at him with a scarred face filled with anger. He quickly noted her limp foot, his mind and thoughts undulating with corruption. His haunting, unblinking stare quickly flickered between the wolf facing him, and the others. One, two. Four counting the one in front of him and the one getting eaten. As tempting as it was to spaz and launch himself at this vulnerable looking wolf, his odds weren’t great. The imp could judge that well enough. ”It took that one, not Cesar. It doesn’t want Cesar,” he yapped, flicking his tongue between bared fangs. Oh but it was so tempting. He wanted to fly, and sink his teeth right into that leg. Saliva began to well up in his mouth.

She asked a stupid question. Why would such a monstrously powerful thing as this moving ground make a mistake? He was sure it knew what it wanted. He hissed again, a spitting noise like that of an angered cat. ”Nooooo. The ground isn’t stupid,” he spat scornfully. In a purposeful snubbing (having decided that he was rather annoyed with this wolf), he glanced back towards the others, his eyes wide and his stare detached. He smelled the air. There was the stale scent of blood… His gaze snapped to the white wolf, his fur painted reddish brown here and there. ”Oohhhh,” he crooned lowly, having lost interest in his confrontation. That was interesting. That was someone he wanted to know. Distractedly, he would attempt to walk around the blue-eyed female and closer the white wolf to wait a few feet from his side. He had acquired a sudden, strange patience. He wanted this wolf's attention, but could respect the fact that he was occupied for now. His desire to see a sacrifice was only dulled though – its neglect tolerated in exchange for focusing on this curious individual. Maybe he'd feed someone to the ground here later.

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