Curiosities [open]
03-23-2013, 12:36 AM
The beast narrowed its gaze upon the rodent... she cared little what it was, it did not frighten her and she doubted it could do much too her. It was a bold and brash thing for being so tiny. It should learn to watch its tongue and if Harlequin had been a lesser creature she would have began a fight, but as it were, the dame was only bemused, laughter falling from her larynx in the form of chuckles. Her thin tail, twining from side to side as she attempted to reign in her amusement. Onyx eyes would glitter in laughter and she lowered her head just out of his reach.
"Oh? And what do you have better to do? Catch rats or perhaps the common flea?" Laughter colored her tone as she returned his insult. The odd Mohawk aligning her spine, swaying from side to side as she shifted her weight bemused by the ferocity the creature displayed. "And deny the chance to engage in such riveting conversation with the likes of creatures like you? Never." Sarcasm fell thick in her tones, oozing like honey. She would not be treated with disrespect, she had done nothing to throw its pack in danger and as always psychotic wolves and their toys judged her before they even knew her name. She was reminded why she hated them so.
Their conversation was interrupted, plagued by another, the dame smelled heavily of the small creature, whatever it was and she assumed it belonged to her... whoever she was. Her tail flickered back and forth quickly as she contemplated silently. Finally jaws pulled apart, words falling from her lips with seemingly no emotion. "Hello. I assume you have come to claim the hairball?" She had spoken the words simply to pull a reaction from the creature, it seemed so easy to rile...
"Oh? And what do you have better to do? Catch rats or perhaps the common flea?" Laughter colored her tone as she returned his insult. The odd Mohawk aligning her spine, swaying from side to side as she shifted her weight bemused by the ferocity the creature displayed. "And deny the chance to engage in such riveting conversation with the likes of creatures like you? Never." Sarcasm fell thick in her tones, oozing like honey. She would not be treated with disrespect, she had done nothing to throw its pack in danger and as always psychotic wolves and their toys judged her before they even knew her name. She was reminded why she hated them so.
Their conversation was interrupted, plagued by another, the dame smelled heavily of the small creature, whatever it was and she assumed it belonged to her... whoever she was. Her tail flickered back and forth quickly as she contemplated silently. Finally jaws pulled apart, words falling from her lips with seemingly no emotion. "Hello. I assume you have come to claim the hairball?" She had spoken the words simply to pull a reaction from the creature, it seemed so easy to rile...