The Scarred and The Royal

"If doves had sharp-teeth and a tendency to bite unwelcome visitors”

That's no dove.

The ebony and rust laced brute would gaze upon the fae before him, intently looking at the flower was being caressed by her black paw. It was a SnowDrop. Even as this woman's emotions were worn upon her sleeve, she sat there and gave visual signals to the crack in her heart. “Is there something you need, stranger?” Something. The half an ear he had left twitched at the word spat from her lips in a soft manner. A drawn-out exhale lingered out of his throat, sighing in a contemplating manner as he thought about her question. Maybe in a past life. No, there was really nothing she could do for him. Heavy shoulders flexed to support the weight bearing down upon them, the light green orb that was the only window to his soul looked onward. "You've got nothing I want."

The tones within his throat were cold and mono-toned. He felt nothing at this very moment and would continue to feel nothing. The wind blew at his side causing the long-set scars upon his foreleg to sting. "If you wish to sit there and wallow in self-pity." A pause as harsh words poured into the air off his tongue. "Like a pissed off pup throwing a tantrum, then so be it." A natural-born hunter always called things like they were, and that's exactly what he would continue to do. His cold attention would fall upon a stone sitting up as if had been sat there by another. A slow approach was taken as he walked up next to her and pushed the stone onto the flower she had been caressing. "That flower is better off dead than to sit there and take in the aura of your sorrow."

This was the way things were and how things would continue to be, stepping now past her he would turn his back on her. It would appear that the moon was going to grace the heavens with its presence. "Whatever you lost. Whatever slipped out of your grasp, cast you into the dark that you now sit in and cry over." Toxic tones leaped from his mouth and spilled into the air like blood from a kill. That old past isn't coming back. Grievance is the soul being unable to let go." There was another sigh echoed out of his lungs. This was neither dull nor fascinating. "You're selfish." The only good eye in his skull looked up at the stars, before glancing back into her direction. "I take it. You lost your family."

"Boo-Fuckin who."

There was a moment of thought that crawled its way into his twisted skull, causing his eyes to narrow as the white eye disappeared beneath his eyelids. "No." His eyes snapped open and slowly he would turn to face this bitch, muscles, and tendons shifting beneath black fur. You didn't just lose your family. I'm willing to bet... You lost everything. Trust, Love. For fucks sake, you were petting a symbol of hope." This act had gone on long enough. "Let it die. You aren't the woman you used to be, whatever you were, you're nothing but a little girl crying out for mommy now." A single orb of color locked onto her own orange eyes. "A selfish Bitch."