Even the insane need a home.
01-21-2015, 11:46 AM
The brute watches, his eyes narrowed to small silver slits, though his pupils are dilated fully. Fear does not shine through in them; he knows his game well, yet the slightest air of insecurity flickers- a fleeting thing -and wisps right away as the larger male would shoot towards him. "Alright, but I have to warn you: I'm not exactly the kissing type." Lips upturned into a snarl as the beast threw forward his head to snap at the air in front of the other.
Ichoth's snarl quickly fades as a soft voice reaches his ears and his rust-colored lips are instead turned down into once again a neutral expression. The she-beast calmly had slid up along side the other male, and spoke in hardly-veiled threats. This fool must be her mate. Pondering this, he examined them both closer. Yes, she looked exactly like the Queen he was sent to see.
The beast rose his head, muscles in his neck moving like fluid beneath slate coat. With a heavy sigh, he forced himself to relax. He was not totally unaware of what his fate would be this grim evening should the Queen decide he was to die. Setting his jaw, he stepped back from the dark male and turned to address the she-beast.
"My Queen." He greets her, his tone a deep one straight from the diaphragm. "I did not mean to offend you, sir." A pointed look was given to the male, again. "But my business lies with your wife, and it is she I wish to deal with." Large head nodded towards her in respect and his body grew still, only the occasional uneasy flicking of his tail behind him to betray his compliance.
Ichoth's snarl quickly fades as a soft voice reaches his ears and his rust-colored lips are instead turned down into once again a neutral expression. The she-beast calmly had slid up along side the other male, and spoke in hardly-veiled threats. This fool must be her mate. Pondering this, he examined them both closer. Yes, she looked exactly like the Queen he was sent to see.
The beast rose his head, muscles in his neck moving like fluid beneath slate coat. With a heavy sigh, he forced himself to relax. He was not totally unaware of what his fate would be this grim evening should the Queen decide he was to die. Setting his jaw, he stepped back from the dark male and turned to address the she-beast.
"My Queen." He greets her, his tone a deep one straight from the diaphragm. "I did not mean to offend you, sir." A pointed look was given to the male, again. "But my business lies with your wife, and it is she I wish to deal with." Large head nodded towards her in respect and his body grew still, only the occasional uneasy flicking of his tail behind him to betray his compliance.
OOC :: Sorry if it's jumpy. Spent nearly an hour struggling my way through this, haha. Man I'm so rusty.
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