Bonnie and Clyde
Fel & Sibyl
11-01-2020, 08:49 PM
Although he remained on guard, Azriel afforded himself the luxury of relaxing his tense posture enough to complete his turn, now fully facing the sunbathing woman when she gave an almost musical laugh. Her words made an ear flick, intrigue painting the gray canvas of his eyes as he considered her words. By this point, since the lithe little shadow of a wolf had not made any attempt to rise, fight, or flee, he determined she must have had a reason for hanging around and talking with him. How interesting... Let's see how this plays out... he thought, the ghost of his former smirk returning to his lips. It was clear from her reactions that whatever visions she was seeing in her mind were clearly... enrapturing. A low chuckle rumbled in his throat, eyes observing her features and mannerisms as she moved and spoke. Every action and reaction told him a little something about the wolf he was conversing with. It was a fun and complex game getting to interpret each nuance of behavior and personality, like solving a living, breathing puzzle.
His smirk grew to a wolfish grin that showed just as many of his pearly white fangs as hers had done moments before. Ah, so she was a cunning linguist as well, it seemed... Suddenly this conversation felt more of a verbal spar, a matchup against two minds. This had the possibility of becoming quite entertaining all of a sudden, and what had started as an intrusion now became another game to the striped brute. He watched as she stretched, finding himself surreptitiously wishing she would climb down from her roost so he could get a better look at who he was mentally engaged with. Her accurate accusation of him being the type of wolf to bite sent a glint of amusement through his pale gaze; of course, it didn't take a genius to reach that conclusion about him. Any wolf with eyes and half-decent judgment of character could tell that.
"If the occasion calls for it," he replied, his husky voice staying cool and level. No wolf had ever been able to get beneath his skin or make him tremor from banter—she was not about to be the first. "It just depends on the situation, and what 'bite' is required. Some are far more enjoyable than others." Then she mentioned his most recent murder, and for a second, Azriel's heart missed a beat as his mind immediately started working to decide if he was going to have to kill her too. Was she going to prove to be a problem after all? No, that didn't make sense; why would she reveal her hand if she intended to play those cards against him? What would she have to gain? The dark femme didn't seem to be the type to snitch to, hell, anyone. So what did she hope to get by mentioning what she had heard? Just to prove that she had heard them?
Azriel scoffed and shook his head. If she wanted to go down this road, he'd oblige her—for now. "I don't think a single kill constitutes a 'spree'. But I suppose that depends on how much death you've been exposed to. Quantity can be subjective... One wolf's spree may be another wolf's off day." Gray eyes locked to her red garnet ones, Azriel reclined back onto his haunches, sitting himself down to show that he had no intentions of walking away or backing down from their conversation now. She wanted to play this game, then he'd gladly play. "But you don't strike me as the type to call one death a spree." He cocked his head quizzically to the side, as if studying her from all angles. "Nor do you strike me as the type to start conversations with strangers without cause. So tell me, silver shadow, why are you lying here so calmly and not running away if you know what I am so well?"
"Speech" — Thoughts
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