Carried Away
06-10-2017, 01:38 PM
Before she could even get her question out the man started snapping at her, drawing a sharp look from the taller woman who now whipped her head around to face him. The cold winds that whipped across the sandy shore perfectly matched the cold expression that had taken over her features. While she was difficult to bring to the kind of boiling rage so commonly seen with her kin, Razi wasn't going to take shit from some puny, pathetic excuse for a dirt-munching fool. No scent of a pack, and far too bold, this idiot probably couldn't back up his attitude even if he gave it his all. Pulling herself up to stand at her full height she looked down her dark muzzle at the wretch with an even more obvious and taunting sort of disregard, "Did your mother not teach you that we don't always get what we want?" The only proper response to criticism of her looks was a great big roll of the eyes, as though she might be begging the Abraxas ancestors to smite this irritant before she had to get her paws dirty. What happened next was an unexpected plot twist in this already unexpected interaction. Liquid gold eyes wavered, flicking over to glance at the new arrival to this little gathering so they could rake over his form with interest, her annoyance at the other, shorter man now almost entirely lost. What an interesting creature she did find herself gazing upon. With a pelt unlike most she'd happened across(though perhaps not so flamboyant and striking as that of Dumois), this was an individual to be fascinated by. Horns had emerged from his skull, hard to ignore when she'd never seen anything close to. The way he addressed the daft brute still standing nearby was reminiscent of how her own family might speak to non-abraxas wolves. More on that later, for now she was busy being greatly amused by the tongue-lashing that was being delivered. Turning a pinch so she could better view both parties, she was quite content to observe from the sidelines as things unfolded. That, and preen a bit under the flattering words. Never mind his strange appearance, at least this guy had good taste, she could forgive many things for a bit of flattery. That and while she wasn't likely to start fights on her own, Razi would be happy to watch or engage in one started by others. Oh, maybe they could go two against one and then when the subject was weak she could test out some questionable plants to see what happened, oh joy! "You may wish to reconsider your approach to this conversation, suddenly it seems like things might not go your way if you don't tread lightly," she chirped with all the cheer in the world. Walk, "Talk" Think |