If All Goes Well [Maija]
09-15-2014, 03:42 PM
Anger would sizzle down the woman's length, pricking the lines of her golden pelt and narrowing her verdant eyes. Lyon wondered for a second if he had indeed pushed her too far, but right before his eyes she seemed to push her anger away. A hint of admiration blossomed in his mind's eye, and he wondered where she had learned such a useful skill. Certainly it was one he himself did not possess. His anger had a way of getting away from him, of building and building until it was somehow released. But there she was, pushing it down and turning away. Her retorts were laced with fire and a desire for him to leave her alone. "Sorry," he found himself saying quickly, with no small surprise to himself. "For being an ass, I mean. I was only teasing." If Lyon was acting in the same manner he would detest in other wolves, he did not make that connection. Instead he sat down with a thump and resolved not to follow her if she truly wished to be on her way. She did look to be in a sour mood though, and he wanted to know what had happened. If another wolf had caused this it might prove an able distraction for him to hunt them down... He'd done it before, anyways, even if it had only been a tool to pass the time. Even so, this fae seemed quick witted and made of sturdy stuff. Whatever could rattle her had to be worth a few questions. "In all seriousness if there is something, or someone, bothering you I would be happy to lend a paw. It's a... hobby of mine." There really wasn't a better way to phrase that. It was not his cause, not his purpose in life, to teach assholes right from wrong. It was just something he enjoyed doing. The gods, if there were such things, had given him his bulk for a reason, and he rarely needed to look far to find a need for some hired muscle. |
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