Dabbling

When the other beast spoke at last, Othello had almost wished that she had stayed silent. Her body shuttered at her words, a low growl vibrating in her throat. While her fear did grow, something else did at well. This female was pulling at her mental health, maybe feelings crossing her own mind. Her facade had slipped, so it was very difficult for her to keep her emotions in check. While fear was there, it was being shoved back by a sudden and violent anger swung its ugly head. She snapped her jaws, her tail lashing out of the water, spraying bits of liquid all over both wolves. Her emotions were switching so quickly and violently, it was hard to keep track.

When the other walked around her, her eyes followed her every move. Anger flared and subsided, making her mind spin. It was hard to keep focus on anything, let alone on the circling fea. When she once again stood before her, now damp from the river, she noticed just how different they actually were. Othello was lithe and small, build for speed. This one was bulky and masculine, made for ripping and fighting. She probably could out run her, but that wasn't an option. This had not come to anything yet, while there were threats nothing had been played out just yet. Othello was no coward, she would stand and fight if it came to it.

While her emotions played tag within her mind, she watched the dame change feelings herself before her. Huh, so she was not the only one who fought with something inside them. Surprising herself, a small smirk lowered her lips and tugged them into a more pleasant appearance. She introduced herself as well, making the ivory dame realize she had not spoken again. "Othello." She stated simply, her voice still sounding harsh. The dame sighed softly, although she appeared more calm her hackles were still up. She was herself, and at the moment that installed more fear within her then this pale one named Sinister. Huh, fitting name.

"As for blood, do you truly wish to fight?" She asked, her vocals teasing Sinister. While she herself did not want to fight, her mixed emotions were confusing her own mind. It was hard to keep a single thought within her mind for too long. She kept jumping from one thing to another, clouding her mind and her optics. She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head violently, trying to grab hold of anything. She blinked harshly at Sin, trying to hid her internal struggle from this stranger.