Life is an inconvenience
03-01-2017, 04:22 PM
She was in no mood to be trifled with. No mood at all. The sound of claws on ice elicited a growl from her dark form, a sound that bubbled from the depths of her chest and rumbled in her throat. Why were there so many damn wolves in this place, anyways? Furthermore, why were they so determined to talk with her? Lips curling, she turned to lock eyes with the wolf in question and attempt to glare daggers into his very soul. Rolling slowly onto her side, not yet ready to waste the energy required to stand for a stranger, she eyed the pale-coated stranger. Scoffing loudly she'd shoot back, "And who are you to critique my choice of sleeping places? Please. Fuck off." Eyes rolling, she growled again, half-tail lashing side to side while she secretly contemplated what a scuffle would be like on the slippery ice. Most likely someone would lose their footing. Now wouldn't that be a fun gamble... Eventually she relented and rose to her paws, the gnawing feeling in her stomach urging her to get up. Her mouth curled into a mix of a snarl and a smirk. What on earth was this brute doing out in the middle of nowhere, judging her choice of places to lay down? In a tone that hardly conveyed interest, she inquired, "Don't you have something better to do than disturb a wolf at rest? Or is that how you amuse yourself?" Maybe this shitty day would start improving if she could irritate the man the way everyone usually irritated her. Hell, there was no if. Mara was going to figure something out before the man got it in his head to walk away. Come now, amuse me, dammit. "Talk" "You" Think |
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