Too Much To Think
“Sounds tae me like yer jus shite at keepen yer burds safe.” He spat, his jaws snapping with each syllable. If she cared so damn much about the birds why wasn’t she there to protect them? He barely caught on that she had intended to feed them to “Sea monsters”, whatever those were, but had glanced it over, far too preoccupied with her slow approach.
His eyes narrowed as he pushed off the ground and turned to face her, his tail at half-mast, flagging an impending attack. His face curled into a fierce snarl, flashing all of his teeth, his toes sinking into the small stones, preparing to kick off. His fur was still splattered in blood, feathers, and viscera, making an already frightening wolf look nothing short of monstrous, he opened his mouth to let out a deep, low growl and snapped his jaws at her menacingly. “Ye canny say mooch abow lard, keen ye girly?” He hissed, the corners of his mouth turning into a menacing smile. “Ye look fattar than th’ seals hen.” He watched her carefully, every hair on his body standing on end, his gangly and awkward form poised to attack. He wouldn’t make the first move if only because his only fighting experience came from defensive maneuvers, but he was more than happy to coax her into snapping first. “Prolly dumber tae aye? Goin oan abou' sea monsters, this ain't nae fairytale bu eef eet weer ye'd be th' ugly ol' hag” He mocked, trying to push her over the edge.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard Orsus’s booming voice proclaim“I shall never do harm to a woman.” And somewhere much closer to the forefront of his mind he heard his own voice yell; “O’ AYE?! FOOK OFF YE CUNT!” He thought of Orsus, thought of the hulking beast of a man walk to the edge of the cliff after being wrapped around the mauled corpse of his other beta, thought of him leaping over the edge as if he could fly. But he couldn’t. And he didn’t. And in spite of everything that man had said about putting Cerise first and being a father to his people, he had killed himself rather than be there for the rest of them. Rather than be there for him. His eyes remained locked on the girl’s, his thoughts now turning to what he would do if he saw Orsus again, and how they seemed to coincide with what he was about to do to the bitch that had tried to pick a fight with him.
This is him talking This is him thinking This is you |
