Crocodile Dundee

The easy way in which Thalia countered her aggravated the yearling even more. Her lip pulled back in disgust. "What's done is [/i]not[/i] done because Abraxas' name is still polluting our world." She argued in return, her annoyance clear. "My father did feed me lies to keep me under control, lies about this stupid God. It wasn't until his death that I saw the truth."

Thalia's next question was hilariously reasonable, and Pestilence's brows knitted angrily while she struggled to come up with a reply. "I don't know, I'm tired of people shoving it in my face." She was not blind to the fact that it was not Thalia but her that was doing the shoving. Perhaps this wolf was less upfront and aggressive about her religion then someone like Toxicity was, but she'd had enough pushing and prodding that the very name of Abraxas was enough to bring her hate to the surface. "You're one of them, it's enough." Whatever it was, it was way too late to turn back now. Pestilence was too young, too proud, and too teenager to apologize for overreacting.