Fuzzy Slippers

*Brynhildr* · 11-07-2014, 09:23 AM

Besides the howling wind, it was silent. Besides the bitter cold, the day was not too unpleasant. And then out of no where comes this thing, exploding into her presence with a cry. She stumbled backwards into the tree trunk, ears pinning and eyes narrowing and a startled yelp falling from her ebon lips. She whirled on the creature with a snarl, finding an exuberant white whelp awaiting her. "What the fuck is your damage?!" she would seethe. Who just ambushes someone like that?! What was he, a fucking child?! Her lips pulled back into a snarl and she let out one long breath, trying in vain to calm herself. He was far too stupid to try and attack someone after a display like that, so she convinced herself that he was probably just a moron and not worth her anxiety.

She shook her head slowly, eyes molten pools of angry gold, trying to find words potent enough to express her extreme distaste. She was tempted to knock him around, teach him a lesson, but she was no monster. It would be like beating a pup... Even if the thought of taking him by the scruff and throwing him bodily into the tree trunk behind her was satisfying. The wind grew in intensity for a moment and Brynhildr rolled her shoulders against the elemental offense. "What the hell do you want?" she seethed at last, ready to make for the hills.

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