Worn out places, worn out faces
03-13-2014, 10:09 PM
The trespasser didn't initially seem as frightened as Erion would have hoped, but soon fear flashed over his features and even if it was a fake emotion Erion didn't care and simply ate it up. Tiny shoulder would roll proudly and little chest would puff out to make himself look bigger then he really was. Though he had grown in hight in this past 3 months it mostly made him look gangly and scrawny. And despite groaning he was still far from full grown and still had to glare up at this male. "Yeah! My auntie owns this place!" He said, stomping a paw that seemed far too large for his spindly leg against the ground. Though he had no relation to Erani he had come to look up to the older lady and his father had always referred to her as Aunt Erani. Who was he to question it? But despite his declaration the male seemed content to stay, grinning even as he lowered himself closer to the ground. Erion would snort and bound a few steps closer now as if he could physically intimidate the male by towering over him, pushing his little chest towards the male's face. Funny how when he grew up he would never be as big as he was trying to pretend to be now even. The man spoke again and this time swiped at Erion making the boy hop back quickly to avoid the attack. An attack on Valhalla lands! How dare he! "Teeth hey?" he half grumbled under his breath so the words wouldn't be heard by the male. Front end dropped and the boy scooted closer, every so often flip flopping backwards and forwards or side to side as if trying to confuse the male. And then all at once tiny legs launched him at the male in a similar attack he had done to his mother multiple times. Looking to pounce on the male's face and chomp on his left ear at the same time. Once again when he was older he would probably look back on this and realize that had the male been an enemy he probably could have snatched Erion out of the air and killed him. But right now he was defending his home and he was invincible. |