right in the eyeball
02-27-2015, 03:22 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-27-2015, 03:27 PM by Cesar.)
As he crooned and giggled a chorus of ugly and cacophonous noises, the smell of fear poured thicker into the air. Oh, it was so upset! He drank in the smell voraciously, drool beginning to sneak out of the side of his mouth. In his engrossment in the wonderful transformation, he would only notice the stranger when she was particularly near. The imp paused his jeering momentarily to turn his head with a quick, bird-like motion, his pale eyes widened with curiosity. What in the world was that!? A mesh of horrible pink and white assaulted his eyes, his teeth clamping together and brows lifting with quirky puzzlement and repulsion. The larger wolf strode by, uttering for him to move aside, along with some other words he did not quite understand. Cesar hopped to the right, watching with a tilted head and ears flopping in different directions. The other would lean dangerously forward to prod at the deer, and Cesar’s odd expression warped into a sickly, hollow grin. Joy tickled in his belly, and he would sidle a little closer, intending to push her in as well. It was a perfect opportunity! But before he could get himself within a few feet of her, she turned back. She spoke assertively, and a choked, wicked laugh wrenched from the little beast’s jaws in reply as irritation ignited within. Telling him to leave? He didn’t like that. ”No, no, no, no!” he shrieked, his fur bristling immediately as he hopped back another foot. What a shame! He could have had another friend too! He supposed that some wolves were just poopy-heads though, unfortunate as it was. ”Cesar was here first!” he barked, the innocent tone suddenly ripping from his voice as a vicious hiss spiraled free. He would step back, denying her the right to circle him like a piece of deer meat. ”Want to watch,” he yapped, irked that she was trying to distract him from this symphony of death. He scoffed at her question, sticking his tongue out between in teeth in a feral display of anger. Was she trying to imply something? ”Cesar doesn’t get put in deathpit. Cesar puts things in deathpit,” he said, his brows narrowing over empty eyes.
*Cesar's antics can quickly turn from innocent to hostile.