Fightin' Dirty

*Pestilence* · 01-24-2020, 09:02 PM

Pestilence's jaw dropped and somehow she became more incredulous with each new sentence he spewed. Just when she thought he'd said the most offensive thing possible he dialed it up further and the young pup was horribly, terribly startled. She struggled to respond, flabbergasted that an adult would ever speak this way to a child. He'd obviously never been around a pup in his life, or if he was Pestilence sure as hell didn't want to meet the poor soul who'd obviously be corrupted beyond repair.

She remained stunned into silence, feeling the fish below her brush past her legs without reaction. How could she ever top a single thing he'd just said? The male had told her that she had to have something to say back to someone who was 'giving her shit' but Pestilence did not have nearly enough words in her vocabulary to even come close to his blunt speech.

After a while she stepped out of the water, plopping her rear upon the dirt heavily as if his words had knocked the energy out of her. "Wow." She breathed. "Who hurt you?" She let that sink in a minute, and then shook her head in disbelief.

Her conversation with Valdis came back to her, and how she'd very nearly gotten the woman on her side with her lies. Surely her fibbed life sounded much worst then her real one, and she wanted to express to this man exactly how terrible her life was even if it meant embellishing it a little bit. "My family are religious heretics, and sacrificed my dad to the volcano." She told him bluntly, her eyes daring him to claim that the event was anything less then terrible. "My sister is going to be the next Empress because she's got weird shit going on with her body that the pack thinks are 'blessings,' and I need to entrust these obviously poor decision makers with my future."

The princess did her best to stay as close to the truth as possible, while playing up the parts she thought might invoke the most sympathy. She wondered how further to gain his favor, and the most obvious answer was to return his conversation with as foul a mouth as he had. "I don't even want to be the friggen Empress." She began. "I just want to be able to kick the shit out of anyone who bothers me when I grow up, but it's hard to focus on my training when half my lessons are about a stupid, fake God." There. If he wanted to picture her curled up beside her moms boobies then at least he'd picture Deathbelle as a volcano-loving, father-sacrificing fanatic. The thought gave Pesto pause, and she cursed herself quietly. The idea was not to paint her beloved mom in a bad light, but she'd gone and done it again. Crap.

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"You."

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Fightin' Dirty

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