Undead
02-05-2017, 12:30 PM
The female was quick to sit up, leaving him room for his pink and blue eyes to roam over her. She was indeed scarred, her blonde cheeks nearly matching her eyes. He sneered at her, a set of three scars cutting across one eye and a long one down each side. It looks like she got chewed up and spat back out again. No wonder why she had a shitty attitude and just lazed about on random hills. She looked at him and flicked her tail behind him, making him notice that it was only half a tail. Where was the other half? Letting out a chuckle, his eyes roamed from her behind to her gaze, ears back as he listened to her speak. 'You don't have to answer to anybody, it was obviously her mistake. I mean look at her, she could have been a rock for all you knew!' Aletha whispered, making the wolf nod his head. She was right, it wasn't his fault at all. It couldn't be, and this stranger was wrong. Again his lips curled upwards, but his quivering body told him that he was in no position to fight her. She realized it as well, commenting that it wasn't a good idea. He took a moment to consider her offer, after all she had been the first to calm down. Lifting his chin up, he took a seat while his face relaxed. He may be crazy, but he wasn't stupid. Well, all the time. 'You can't let her win this! She was the one that made you fall, what if you had been hurt?' Screamed one of the voices, making Erebos flinch. There was obvious confliction in him mismatched gaze, he knew that if a fight started he wouldn't likely stop until enough blood had been spilled. Licking his lips, his ears lay flat against his skull, teeth gnashing together. A soft growl left him as his tail curled around his flank, eyes narrowing towards the strange woman. It was hard to fight against the voices in his head, with the sound of Liliya growling beside him as she took a few steps towards the grumpy woman. Ere's head turned to watch the ghostly shape of her cutting towards the gray woman, he couldn't help but stand up and follow her. Keeping his eyes on the spectral, he saw out of his peripherals that they were very close to the other wolf. Stopping short, he realized that he was once again playing right into their trap. They wanted him to fight, wanted him to draw blood and get lost in the scent. A whine slipped out of his mouth as he turned towards the golden eyed one, his tongue flicking over his lips again in a nervous habit. "I... I don't want to fight." He growled, taking a step backwards. He was recessing, pushing against everything within him that craved blood. 'Aletha speaks' 'Eunike speaks' 'Liliya speaks' |
Art by Sigath
This is a mean, cruel man at times. He can be unpredictable, swears, and bites. The voices in his head can say very not-nice things as well, please thread at your own risk.