The Scarred and The Royal

His paw connected with her face and that's when he saw it. The fire returns to her orbs and running ablaze almost amuck like hellfire through her veins, muscles flexing with her chest as she came at him like a banshee from hell. “What… is your fucking problem!” The daggers were spat in his direction and to him they were just taken to the chest, remaining seated as she entered his personal bubble. Her fangs collided with his left cheek and he felt his skin tear open before she withdrew. The all-too-familiar sensation of blood rising to the surface spread throughout his face. Now this one contained bite along with her bark, twitching his good ear slightly as more venom spewed out of her lips. "You know what I find insulting? No, actually, I don’t give a fuck what you want.”

It would appear that this vicious woman had more things to say, and really he was in no mood to stop or encourage her on. “The fact that you think you can stand there, preach and judge like you know anything about me, slighting me every step of the way and then lay a paw on me without repercussions.” Repercussions? There wasn't a thought of any prior event that would've made her think that he didn't expect repercussions. The one good orb in his skull simply closed and reopened as he blinked without any sense of amusement. This was growing rather dull or at least that's what he had thought before she went and dug her nails into his paws. For someone who doesn't care... You seem to be caring a lot. The single sentence crossed his mind and then disappeared into the void. " “You can say whatever you want about me, but if you touch me again…" The words would never reach his ears, finding himself looking up at the moon as the snow continued to flutter down around them.

This was a rather lovely night for one so cold. "I. Don’t. Care. So promptly do what you should have done when you saw me here: Keep your damn mouth shut and move along.” Oh, that's right. He was still in a conversation. His massive skull arced down and he looked down at her, aiming to press his nose into hers. "You know. For someone who doesn't care. You talk a lot." There were still no signs of care or emotion in his good eye, tones displaying the same unattachment to reality as it always had. "That's your fault, for believing I didn't think touching you had any repercussions. Whatever those are. If you didn't fucking care, then you wouldn't have been spewing out pointless words. Secondly, this plan worked far better than I thought it would." The brute would step his way out from under her paws, shrugging his shoulders as to knock the snow from them before side-eyeing the bitch before him. "Look at you not being a depressing pup. The fire has returned to those orange eyes. So, the next question."

His body would rotate away from her as he turned his back, this woman wasn't really a threat to him and there was no sense in believing she was. "Will you keep that fire, or crawl back into the pit of despair you were sitting in.