Shackles made of steel and bones
08-17-2016, 08:53 PM
Ehrgeiz's muzzle wrinkled up as she spoke some foreign language at him, with a very unimpressed look upon her face. She seemed strangely... not infuriated. But perhaps it was just all bottling up inside. It almost irritated him, the way she stood there so smugly, talking to him so sarcastically. Like she already believed she was superior to him. Taking a few steps to his right, he began to prowl around her, eyeing her carefully. He'd try to circle around her, wondering about her scars, where she'd obtained them from. He tried to ignore most of her words as she spoke scathingly at him, yet he couldn't help but to catch most of what she said anyways. He rolled his eye as she mentioned that most wolves had mates or families, but all he could worry about was his tail. He grunted, shaking his head. If she only knew!
He sighed as she seated herself, looking as though she was going to get comfortable. Was she actually just going to hang around here and lecture him? He came to a stop in front of her, though he was too edgy to sit down like she had. He saw no reason to leave himself vulnerable. He snorted, digging his claws into the ground. He'd been here first, and there was no way he was leaving just because she'd made an appearance. "I guess the next thing I'd have to cry about is your existence," he mumbled, tail flicking irritably - her prickly attitude and low growl didn't disturb him. Seeking out her two-toned gaze again, he tried to decipher her thoughts, but so far it seemed futile.
Annoyingly, she bothered to introduce herself, and ask who he was in return. "Ehrgeiz," he replied gruffly, wondering why he bothered to humor her, but he supposed he had nothing better to do, "I'd say it's a pleasure, but I'd be lying." His tone was dry, ears flicking as he raised a brow at her. He eyed her, sizing her up, and wondering what was going on in her head. Clearly she wasn't amused with him and his reactions, but her demeanor was cold, revealing nothing. He wondered if she was going to simply ignore his petty attitude, or if she had a surprise in store for him. Having no sense of pride left to himself, he didn't care to start a fight, but he'd certainly take pleasure in fighting with her. It had been a long, long time since he'd been in a fight, and he wouldn't mind digging his fangs into someone else's flesh.
He sighed as she seated herself, looking as though she was going to get comfortable. Was she actually just going to hang around here and lecture him? He came to a stop in front of her, though he was too edgy to sit down like she had. He saw no reason to leave himself vulnerable. He snorted, digging his claws into the ground. He'd been here first, and there was no way he was leaving just because she'd made an appearance. "I guess the next thing I'd have to cry about is your existence," he mumbled, tail flicking irritably - her prickly attitude and low growl didn't disturb him. Seeking out her two-toned gaze again, he tried to decipher her thoughts, but so far it seemed futile.
Annoyingly, she bothered to introduce herself, and ask who he was in return. "Ehrgeiz," he replied gruffly, wondering why he bothered to humor her, but he supposed he had nothing better to do, "I'd say it's a pleasure, but I'd be lying." His tone was dry, ears flicking as he raised a brow at her. He eyed her, sizing her up, and wondering what was going on in her head. Clearly she wasn't amused with him and his reactions, but her demeanor was cold, revealing nothing. He wondered if she was going to simply ignore his petty attitude, or if she had a surprise in store for him. Having no sense of pride left to himself, he didn't care to start a fight, but he'd certainly take pleasure in fighting with her. It had been a long, long time since he'd been in a fight, and he wouldn't mind digging his fangs into someone else's flesh.