Unrest
08-17-2014, 02:17 PM
Keen gaze would lift from the picturesque terra as the approach of an unknown threatened his senses. The brute would turn and scrutinize the mess that moved towards him, taking in her gory attire. The crimson stains would put him on the defensive and Thor not being one to be caught unaware, would move to face her head on. She would speak to him, burning his ears with insults and titles meant to belittle him. The brute scoffed, his gaze unwavering, his face expressionless. The blood scent on her clogged his nostrils, filling them entirely with its cloying odor. It's familiarity bathed him in memories; he was no novice to the scent sampling of wolf's blood. At last he grunted, "Are you blind, woman?" Irritability would be the brute's downfall. He didn't take slights, no matter how small, with any amount of grace or rationality. Whether or not the insult was intentional didn't matter; he wasn't a boy and wouldn't be addressed as one. "No," he would rumble, "Perhaps just stupid." His ears would crane forward, the whole of his attention fixed on the skell that stood before him. He would rumble again, this time the vibrations from his throat taking on the lighter tones of a chuckle in the form of spontaneous amusement at the fae's expense. "Speaking" Thinking |
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