Amidst the Crash of Worlds
Seraphina
06-06-2021, 10:45 PM
Ah, so she chose to speak! Good, that was the option he had been hoping she'd go for the most. Her words brought forth a short, hearty laugh from the grinning man who pulled his armor out of the water, turning it around to inspect it. "Only the ones who attack me first. And who don't even know my name. Oh, and who I don't know either." He cast another smirk back at her from over his shoulder, then clarified, "He wasn't my friend, darling. He was a bastard who picked a fight with the wrong wolf and lost. It's as simple as that. Don't feel bad for him." Ah, but was it? Was he telling her the truth, or a convincing lie? As the sole survivor, his truth would be the only truth. Did it really matter what had actually happened if he was the one to decide what the reality was? That knowledge brought him a sense of power and control, and along with it a hit of that dopamine again, elevating his mood further.
Sitka hummed while he considered the fresh claw marks across the planes of his leather armor, new scarring added to the old patina and marks from all the other use in combat the armor had seen. It was far from new, most of its lustrous fresh shine long gone, and the smooth surface covered in little trenches and nicks from where it had saved his skin. Ah well, he quite liked it this way. It was worn, rugged, durable—just like him. Taking his armor in his jaws, Sitka carried the breastplate out of the river and set it down on a nearby rock to dry in the summer sun. Steely eyes turned back towards his new company, a roguish smirk painting his countenance. Unbeknownst to her, he was subtly sizing her up, taking in what little details he could get. She was quite the looker, he had to give her that. Youthful, lithe, beautiful with a unique coat and markings. She was sadly downwind so he couldn't get a chance to sample her scent without her knowing, but he'd take what he could get.
"Likewise, do you make it a habit to spy on wolves when they're bathing down at the river?" he shot back with a sly grin, eyes flashing mischievously. "I suppose I should be flattered. Makes me feel like quite the pretty wolf, I must admit." Sitka made a dramatic show of fluffing up the fur around his neck like he was primping himself. Was he teasing her? Yes, yes he was, shamelessly too. But she had made her decision to stay, so he was going to get as much enjoyment out of this interaction as possible.
Warning: Sitka is an intensely mature character. Message me for content warnings.
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