Careful now....you don't want to get attached.
08-12-2013, 02:18 AM
His reaction was immediate, as she suspected it would be. After all, when one was adept at annoying others, one had to realise a sore spot when they saw it. The woman eyed him as he snarled and the tricolour deftly stepping just out of his reach when he jumped towards her. Oh, he was playing the height game now? Cheeky brute...but a dangerous one too. She kept herself at her normal height, still unyielding at his little display of temper.
"No one calls me Cree, you spiteful wench. Call me Creedance, or don't call me at all." At this she raised an eyebrow and stared into his two toned optics for a moment before giving him a slight grin.
"Well to be frank....I'm not spiteful and if I didn't know you better I'd think that you planned on letting me live. After all, I can't call you anything of you eat me...right?" She pointed out before shaking herself thoroughly as he fumed, her stress practically melting away despite the overtly tense vibes she was getting from him.
"Fool, no medic will willingly tend to a demon." She withheld a snort as she remembered that she hadn't told him a thing really, not even that she was a medic.
"Well if you'd calm down long enough for me to apologise to you, ya cheeky wretch I would have told you I'd patch you up. Demon or not you bleed, so that means I can treat you." She responded in slight amusement before officially apologising. Stepping back enough to sit down, ducking her cranium as she found that she was actually sorry for making him angry.
"Look....I didn't know that shortening your name would make such a fuss, I'm sincerely sorry. I also don't taste very nice....just in care you were planning on trying to suck out my soul. Is there anything I can call you that won't sound like a marathon when you say it?" The devious beast spoke in a surprisingly calm voice, despite saying a couple of slightly humorous things that could have possibly made him smile. If that is...he had a funny bone somewhere in that pale bodice of his. Besides, he was handsome......for a bloodthirsty 'demon'.
"No one calls me Cree, you spiteful wench. Call me Creedance, or don't call me at all." At this she raised an eyebrow and stared into his two toned optics for a moment before giving him a slight grin.
"Well to be frank....I'm not spiteful and if I didn't know you better I'd think that you planned on letting me live. After all, I can't call you anything of you eat me...right?" She pointed out before shaking herself thoroughly as he fumed, her stress practically melting away despite the overtly tense vibes she was getting from him.
"Fool, no medic will willingly tend to a demon." She withheld a snort as she remembered that she hadn't told him a thing really, not even that she was a medic.
"Well if you'd calm down long enough for me to apologise to you, ya cheeky wretch I would have told you I'd patch you up. Demon or not you bleed, so that means I can treat you." She responded in slight amusement before officially apologising. Stepping back enough to sit down, ducking her cranium as she found that she was actually sorry for making him angry.
"Look....I didn't know that shortening your name would make such a fuss, I'm sincerely sorry. I also don't taste very nice....just in care you were planning on trying to suck out my soul. Is there anything I can call you that won't sound like a marathon when you say it?" The devious beast spoke in a surprisingly calm voice, despite saying a couple of slightly humorous things that could have possibly made him smile. If that is...he had a funny bone somewhere in that pale bodice of his. Besides, he was handsome......for a bloodthirsty 'demon'.