A quiet evening

É R E B O S


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he could smell it on her. the stench of pending aggression sensitive to his snout. her prefume changed, becoming sour to the brute that watched with quiet discernment. she's officially left a distaste in his mouth; an unfortunate turn of events, really. falling shorter of her initial impression. his dual toned gaze squeezed then released her, watching as she frowned. perhaps he was her disappointment, too. 'Am I wrong?' "Terribly." he spat with clear disdain, maybe even disgust. yet the male's visage remained smooth & stoic of emotional expression. all she had was the disapproval of his stare and gruff voice.

they are face to face now and he decides she is brave-, & perhaps dumb as well. but he spares her of his insults. one might say erebos was in a good mood today as he gave the woman the benefit of many doubts. not too much longer though.. "I forgive you." he lied. holding it against her in secret as he planned how their next visit would go. she disgraced him, humiliated him, and shorted him. he was offended. all in due time, erebos thought; everyone had a time. "Not all men are dirty monsters." "no.. some are respectable monsters.." his voice rumbled with a deep baritone purr as he looked at her with the superficial softness of a pardon. his tail lashed to the left, fanning off the tension between them, still holding her down with his calculative gaze.

"talk" 'think'