Fire and Ice

He almost snickered, amused at her surprise. She wanted a fight already! They had barely met, complete strangers, and she already wanted to kill him. Life was beautiful.

Just give her what she wants, break her, and then take what you want.

Thats hardly respectable of you.

What is there to respect?

She did have such pretty violet eyes, hidden behind squinting black lined lashes, standing out beautifully against her ivory pelt. Oh, he could feel the hatred pulsing off of her flanks, feel it being burned into his skin as she spat venom in his direction. And all he could do was smile at her. His white teeth glistening in the sun, the sound of soft waves pleasing the voices who battled within his mind.

"Now now, dear, you wouldn't want that. I don't want to have to mark up that pretty white pelt of yours. Red just isn't your color, princess."

Fugue found himself chuckling at his own remark. She was likely to get pissed off at him enough that she would get a battle, and then he would just have to dominate her, just as he saw playing through his head every time he looked into her hateful violet orbs. Wouldn't it be a good end to the day, though? Hadn't it been so long since he had gotten what he wanted from a woman?