Baby Blue
06-26-2013, 09:25 PM
His sickly grin remained, stitched to his face in a forged sort of way. His ears twisted back slightly as she spoke her persistent threat. ?Who?s she trying to convince? Herself?? he squeaked, wiping his tongue over a dribble of escaping saliva. ?If she dies, it?ll take a little while for the pack to notice. Maybe a few hours, maybe a few days. By then, Caesar will be gone,? his choppy tone assured with simple ease, the corners of his lips writhing into a cruel smirk. The imp was often clumsy, and quite immature, but hidden beneath such misleading adjectives was a conniving and still functional mind. He ran the idea over once in his head after the statement, just to be extra sure. Certainly, unless a chaperone of some sort were following her, it would indeed take a little bit to notice. But alas, his master plan had been foiled, and it seemed he probably wouldn?t need to worry over anything like that, not that he did in the first place.
The fiend twisted his bony body to the left to face her better, noting that she?d followed somewhat. She explained that she?d been bored and looking for adventure. ?She?ll find lots of adventure. Some good for little girl? some not so good,? he commented. There was endless excitement and adventure in the world. Of course, not all of it was beneficial. Like their meeting, perhaps. ?She can jump,? he glanced back to the whole, ?but Caesar does not help if she slips.? It was decently wide ? wide enough that he himself would not try jumping. A bigger wolf with longer legs might though.
He shrugged his shoulders, more to stretch and humor his antsy muscles than to gesture. When the child?s voice tickled his ears again, he cocked his head with a quick, bird-like motion. Rarely did anyone ever compliment him, or ?like? anything about him. ?She does?? the ghoul questioned curiously. Caesar himself was rather indifferent to the mars. Some found scars and the like ugly and disfiguring, while others found them beautiful. He did not care for them, or his appearance at all, really. That much was obvious. Momentarily forgetting what they looked like, he glanced down to his forelegs. A few naked pink slashes here and there on skinny legs. He had other ones too, he knew, but he couldn?t see those.