Congratulations, I Hate You
11-29-2015, 01:53 PM
The man’s brows lifted with surprise as he was met with a wrinkled nose and a biting response. It was a sucker-punch to his cheerful and free disposition – unsolicited and overall upsetting. What had he done to receive such hostile manners? His mouth fell slightly open as his plans for warm socializing were set in reverse. He blinked, still flabbergasted, and then followed the stranger’s gaze to the side where another approached, previously unnoticed. She was tall and purplish, slim and fairly pretty. Her eyes were a mismatched purple and yellow, with a spot of white surrounding the purple eye. She approached and devoted immediate attention to the boy, her voice sly and sardonic.
Nagendra took a small step back, confusion still bubbling in his brain. Now he was beginning to feel he didn’t really belong in this immediate vicinity; this woman seemed to know what she was doing, had some authority here and over that young man. He glanced towards the female with his head ever-so-slightly tilted and one brow raised higher than the other - an elegant picture of puzzlement.
The boy bristled more when the woman spoke to him. Crude language cut through the softness of the air, soiling the gentle singing of birds and the quiet breaths of the breeze. Nagendra remained silent and baffled. He looked back to the purplish wolf as she spoke to him. ”Nagendra Bahri. Venatrix Consocia,” he introduced (he supposed he ought to start identifying himself by rank, for a sense of professionalism to any possible higher-ups), his face still crinkled by uncertainty. ”And you?” he felt a little… improper, asking in such a way (for he was continuously feeling a radiation of authority from this woman), but how else would he? He was rather curious now.
Nagendra took a small step back, confusion still bubbling in his brain. Now he was beginning to feel he didn’t really belong in this immediate vicinity; this woman seemed to know what she was doing, had some authority here and over that young man. He glanced towards the female with his head ever-so-slightly tilted and one brow raised higher than the other - an elegant picture of puzzlement.
The boy bristled more when the woman spoke to him. Crude language cut through the softness of the air, soiling the gentle singing of birds and the quiet breaths of the breeze. Nagendra remained silent and baffled. He looked back to the purplish wolf as she spoke to him. ”Nagendra Bahri. Venatrix Consocia,” he introduced (he supposed he ought to start identifying himself by rank, for a sense of professionalism to any possible higher-ups), his face still crinkled by uncertainty. ”And you?” he felt a little… improper, asking in such a way (for he was continuously feeling a radiation of authority from this woman), but how else would he? He was rather curious now.