they lash out with ferocious force

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a single eyebrow rises as the male speaks in a foreign tongue, confusing grïmmjow for the longest leaving him at a loss for words. he had no idea what to say after that and if this guy was about to talk in tongues, grïmm wouldn't be around very long to try and piece shit together. thankfully he speaks english, which allows grïmm to release a sigh of relief. his muscles loosen from the extreme tenderness that left his body aching from the sudden strain he was putting on his body. once he settles and is no longer stiff, he'd stand to his paws quickly knocking the carcass of the fish back into the pond. his tongue looms from the side of his maw, lapping up the bit of blood around his mouth and he takes a few cautious steps forward. then he stops dead in his tracks, snorting in displeasure to the males demands.

"hold on now." grïmmjow grumbles in a rather annoyed tone of voice, his thick icelandic accent cutting through his words. the scarred man steps up to viðarr and looks him dead in his eyes, almost sizing him up. "what makes you think i need your help?" grïmm snarls low, moving to his right and circling around the other male until he was directly in front of viðarr. grïmmjow wasn't necessarily asking for a fight, simply questioning the strangers motives. he's never had anyone so upfront, so he was wary of the man and wasn't going to trust that he wasn't planning on leading grïmm into a trap. his paranoia was clouding his judgement and possibly making him look like a threat -- but oh well.

ooc;; this is shit, sorry -.- my kids were rushing me xD

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