Bonnie and Clyde
Fel & Sibyl
10-31-2020, 04:05 PM
If her scowl had been aiming to appear intimidating, its effect was sadly lost on Azriel. He had traveled with Sibyl for close to a year now, and in that time had learned that her bark was significantly worse than her bite. He pursed his lips, then opened them to retort, only to have her silken tail smack against his nose. He wriggled his nose to subdue the tingling sensation it left, almost like he needed to sneeze, then watched as she walked away without a care in the world. An exasperated sigh and an eye roll was the striped man's immediate response. "That wouldn't have happened if you'd just kept your tail down and not tempted him like you did. Everything was going according to plan until he decided to get grabby with you." Azriel scoffed and rolled his eyes again, calling out louder as she continued to step away. "You're welcome, by the way!"
Ungrateful bitch... See if I save her the next time some male decides to force himself on her... his thoughts spoke with a bitter edge. Of course, he knew he would. Despite his irritation at how their last scheme had gone, their partnership had been very lucrative and beneficial over the course of their time together. He knew he relied on her being a pawn in his plans as much as she relied on him. Their relationship was strictly one of mutual convenience. But damn it all, was she good at what she did... Perhaps that was what kept Azriel clinging to her, even if they didn't always agree.
A voice from behind him caught the dark-furred male's attention, reflected in his ears twisting back to catch the mellifluous voice that had to be talking to him. The fur on his hackles bristled, but otherwise the measured wolf gave no indication of shock. He turned his head just enough to peer over his shoulder at the wolf perched atop a boulder nearby. Larger form turning to fix her with steely gray eyes, Azriel considered the newcomer for a moment—at least, what he could see from his lower vantage point. She was distinctly female, with a luxurious looking ebony coat further accentuated with flashes of silver and gray. Most striking of all were the two piercing eyes set like gemstones in her skull, looking at him with the same degree of inspection that he locked her with. How long had she been there? She must have been exceptionally silent for him not to have noticed her, although she had the advantage of higher ground and being downwind. After deciding she didn't appear to be an immediate threat, Azriel replied with a half-cocked smirk.
"Perhaps. Spend some time with her though, and you'll find her bite isn't all that dangerous," quipped Azriel in a dry, sarcastic tone. Had she been listening in on them the entire time? How much had this black-furred fae heard? He kept his guard up, studying the perched wolf to determine if she was going to be a problem he had to deal with. His smirk slipped from his face as he continued, "And which one are you? The fae prone to peace or the one prone to biting?"
"Speech" — Thoughts
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