Too Much To Think

*Mara* · 05-25-2017, 07:57 PM

Snickering she shook her head gently, never taking her eyes off him even for a moment. It would be foolish to even blink when the tension was so thick in the air. Not that she was worried about her ability to handle this moron; you didn't have an attitude like Mara's and a need to brawl with anything that moved and come away unable to keep your head despite tension. "If I'm a cow, you're a big blubbery walrus." Raising brow she added, "Why you aren't even as tall as me and yet look, you're practically as heavy. Perhaps you ought to go on more patrols and feast a little less sweet-cheeks," yes, the smell of pack didn't go unnoticed.

"Good, I don't tell stories to idiots, or anyone. You're the one with this obsession over fairy tales and stories, maybe you ought to get your head checked you dim bastard!" she hissed, hackles raised. She'd brush past his nonsense, not expecting the stupid bumbler to know she wasn't using the monsters to kill her prey but rather crippling it and feeding it to them for shits and giggles. No, that was inconsequential now that she was getting fired up. A half blind mouthy fool with raw meat for a face? Hardly a challenge, if he came at her she'd do her darnedest to beat him into next week, pack or no pack. "Please! I can catch things a lot bigger than you ya dipshit." A wild, wicked grin washed over her face as she stalked closer, the safety of the distance she'd left ebbing away slowly as she rose to meet his threatening posture with a roaring snarl of her own and a crazed sort of confidence. He was all mouth so far, her ability to take him seriously was dwindling by the minute.

"Does the mouthy meat-face find himself in a pack 'cause he can't even protect his own not-so-pretty face?" she growled, amusement thick in her tone, half-tail swishing as it raised ever higher in response to his banter.

Walk. "Talk" "You" Think

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