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The Scarred and The Royal

Nox Nightingale Come Meet Your Hunted.



Yautja

Loner

age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
53
size
Large
build
Medium
posts
10
player

1K
01-29-2021, 07:49 PM
The ebony fae shot back at him and even though he could've moved... He didn't. Her fangs embedded their way into his charcoal-colored nostrils. His blood poured out as the nostrils split open from her fangs, her light but strong paw jabbed him in the chest. [b}"Did baby about fall?"[/b] A simple question held its elegance as he looked down at the woman latched onto his face. Her claws dug into his flesh and a stinging sensation radiated upon his chest. His flanks would widen as he inhaled through an open mouth, exhaling into a long drawn out sigh as this had become rather too flirtatious for his liking. "You finished throwing your tantrum, pup?" Just as he finished his sentence her claws left his fur, taking a few strands with it as he looked down to watch the fur fall to the snow. "Seems I'm showing signs of early hair loss."

"There is something seriously wrong with you."

The words left her ears and hit his mangled half ear in a violent manner, it would seem this woman was made up of nothing but insults. It was like defiance grew a face and now walked upon the earth in her body, snaking its way through the grass disguised as pity. A monster hidden behind the sadness. The howling winds picked up and even though he didn't have the hearing of a normal wolf, her words touched him as clear as day and sat within his skull. “Gods, you are unbearable.” Why did she have to mention... Gods. "Gods have nothing to do with me being this way." A far too detached tone left his throat and carried through the air, wafting around him as he continued to sit there before her.

“Stop acting like your plan was to make me feel better because I highly doubt that was the case.”

Plan? There was never any plan to drag her back to reality. "You're right. I don't have nor need a plan. However, you were annoying to the wildlife. Sulking like a crying pup." It would be a small insult to match the ones she had previously given him. Here she was talking about him throwing insults in her directions and it had become increasingly vague on how she would insult him next. “What do you want? A treat? Congrats, you pissed me off.” Another sigh followed her sentence as he straightened his shoulders, pulling his head back almost as if he was ready to ace her ass in this forest garden. "Actually, you pissed yourself off. That's not my fault, that an ebony bitch who doesn't care what someone says... Let her self get so riled up over words. You did it to yourself, I simply added wood to the fire." Her jaws snapped close in what seemed like another threat, looking over her shoulder as she did so.

This time the hunter rose to his paws and walked up to the opposite side of her, leaning down until his cheek was just about in touching distance. "Baby going to bite again?" It was at this point he was purposely poking the bear that stood there before him. A big hefty bitch ready to peel his face apart and for once... he yearned for it. “Besides, you said you don’t care either, both for me and for what I have to say. So, why, are you still here and talking to me?” Why. That was indeed a question. The rust laced brute walked out in front of her, stepping heavily into the snow as he looked at the moon again. "You have the capability of killing me, and for once I yearn for it to happen. Yet, now." His skull would twist looking over his shoulder, sea-green shining in the silver light as he looked down upon her. "I'm just seeing if you have the gall to do such a thing."

“Go the fuck away, you cold-blooded reptilian. I want nothing to do with you and you want nothing to do with me, so do us both a favor begone.”

"I would be intimidated by such a request if it weren't for me hearing those words my entire life. The possibility of me leaving is zero. "

He let his words flutter in the air like thunder off a mountain, turning his body back to face her as he dipped his head just slightly. "I also know." His one good orb locked back onto the orange orbs within her skull, keeping the same blank expression upon his face. "We're both too stubborn to leave."
Yautja has an Arabian Accent. He is prone to Violence and Cussing.