let's paint the town red
03-04-2014, 10:33 AM
He would come to life before her, unfolding himself, lifting himself so that he towered over her. There were few wolves that could look down at her, and he was one of them. His shoulders scrunched, muzzle tipped so it protected his throat. Was he expecting an attack? Even so near water, it was blistering hot with the summer heat wave. Amusement trickled into her gaze as he spoke, referring to her as a whore. She brushed off the insult without even a blink. Did he think she would roll over so easily? He would step towards her, invading her personal space. Did he honestly think he could frighten her away like a pup? She would hold her ground, if not leaning forward a fraction to further invade his space. For a moment a tension bubble of silence enveloped them. Coral gems mingled with his verdant gaze, silently assessing the man. "You could prove to be useful." Not a muscle would move as she spoke, it was a challenging to keep hostility out of her voice and posture but she had no desire to fight in the dead of summer, and this one would need a different approach. "Would I be wrong to say that you have developed a taste for blood?" Lightly she would prod at him, speaking fluidly, giving him little chance to interrupt. "What if I told you of a pack that would love you?"
Toes would spread, claws flexing to dig into the earth. She had been recruiting nearly nonstop since she had spoken with Basilisk. And it was starting to get boring, but she needed the numbers and strength. The way she saw it, if this man was willing to invade her space, challenge her without knowing a damn thing about her, then he could be a valuable asset. She just needed to convince him. |
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