What A Waste!

Walk | Talk | Think

Her patience was wearing considerably thin and perhaps it showed. It was not like her, really, to be so willing to get up in arms about someone spoiling her good day by being a huge pain in her side, particularly to threaten to handle his insolence herself. She had wished that the grey male who had leaped into the fray in her defense might have been more willing to toss around a bit of his weight, at least enough to make the other back down and reconsider being a bother to her, but all he had managed to do was irritate her too with the way he seemed to run his mouth. He seemed to have plenty to say, not all of it helpful to her or even relevant at this point, although that could have been because of how seriously she was considering just ending this whole thing now. It wasn't worth it. Any of it.

But rather than back her up, rather than continue to take her side as he had through this entire argument, he decided to switch sides at the last moment, intervening when she managed to step around him and place herself on a more even plain with the aggravating, three-legged male. The look she gave Vladimir as she turned her head to stare at him was incredulous. How could he! He had been just as determined as she to see him repent for his transgressions and now he was saying they needed to be nice to him? I most certainly think not, she countered within her mind though kept the words to herself, her lip just slightly curling back with distaste at the mere suggestion. It was this ruffian who had slighted her to begin with; he needed to be put in his place for it, regardless of whatever had befallen in his history to turn him into the pathetic thing that he was now.

There was no time for her to vocalize these thoughts aloud, however. To her great surprise, her would-be harasser was beginning to seem out of sorts, growing - was it really be true? - annoyed with Vlad's statements. Tahlia took more pleasure from this than she ought to, the narrowing about her eyes reminiscent of that that happened when she smiled, though she allowed so such expression to stretch upon her lips. Instead they were set in a relaxed line, watching as the three-legged Tyberius left them with one remark and turned to limp away. She watched him go, taking those few seconds to bask in having seen him leave first, before her attention shifted and her dark golden eyes moved to take in the now chivalrous grey wolf. "I hope you will forgive me, but this place no longer holds the same appeal that it had when I was first here alone."

And neither truly caring if he had more he might have wished to say to her or whether her leaving so soon would be considered rude, Tahlia moved to forge her own path out of the prairie, path set toward the Range where she knew herself to be safe from harassers and the like.

-Exit Tahlia-

OOC: Sorry for her sudden departure. Tahlia's just ready to run from what happened while she can. x3