little ray of sunshine
02-28-2015, 02:04 AM
It would seem that the young girl was not as daft as they came, but she in no way held a burning toad to her. The jealously that had flashed in her own metalic eyes has been picked up by the star ridden gal, pulling a smirk to her lips. Oh how she envied those pretty spots, but she wouldn't give her stripes away. No, there weren't many others that she ran into that had been adorned with stripes quite like hers, but neither has she seen a wolf that looked like she got barfed out my a galaxy. And she also didn't squirm when she eyed her. Mmm, either ballsy, or she was wrong and the dame was stupid. Only time would tell, she supposed. Tearing her gaze from the other, she looked over her shoulder for her brother. Maybe it was a good thing that he wasn't here, she was quite the looker. Ears quivered as words left the blue one's mouth, her rusty head turning to eye her once more. A brow shot skyward at her statement, was that a challenge on her lips? "I wouldn't challenge me, little missy. I don't take things like that lightly," she warned, a growl lingering in her words. If she dared to challenge Rozenn, than so be it. That was the one thing that she didn't mind getting getting dirty for -- a fight. Just don't touch her face, our you would walk away missing one. Eying the little beast, she pulled her hindquarters to the earth and settled on her rump. White marked tail curled around herself as she listened as the girl spoke next, saying that nothing was too messy. That very thought caused Roze to shutter, a look of horror passing her pretty face. Now she was skeptical of this creature, how could a woman as pretty as she enjoy to get dirty? It was blasphemy, really. font color="#8c9b59" style="font-size:12px;">"Stupide étoiles face femme ne sait même pas ce qu'elle a. Peut-être que je devrais prendre loin d'elle." She muttered in French, calming her frayed nerves over the thought of getting messy. Yes, she would take much better care of that coat than the tiny fae could ever dream of. But she was young still, perhaps she ha not just yet learned the meaning of beauty. Sitting in front of quite a looker herself though, honestly the stranger should be more grateful. It was hard not to mock the star spangled doe, so much sass just building up in her mouth and wishing to be spilled out. "I don't do messy." She grumbled, a strong set in her shoulders as she eyed the smaller woman down. She dared her to say anything else, she was just itching for an excuse to take that coat and wear it on chilly days. "SPEAK FRENCH" |
Art by Evelyn
Claude is allowed to enter any thread that Rozenn is in, private or not. This is your warning.