Everything Ends (Ebony Meeting)
05-06-2015, 06:12 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-06-2015, 06:12 AM by Kaprasíus.)
He didn't even know why he was here, let alone why these wolves seemed so upset. For all he knew, they were pouting because Katja had taken their home from them, which seemed the likely answer.. hence his comment. An bewildered look crossed his face as a woman snapped at him, his ears pulling back. "Do you take me for a mind-reader?" he'd snarl back at her. If he had any idea that someone had died, and that someone was someone Katja had thought of like a son, there was no question that he would've sobered up his demeanor... and yet they didn't give her half a chance to explain, expecting him to know what was happening here without being told, like some fucking mind reader. Without much warning, another girl began to spit and snarl at him. "Dumb fucking cunt," he'd growl at her in annoyance. Her attack would come suddenly and swiftly, without giving him chance to respond, and her jaws would part as she rushed forward to bite down on his face. The pain was fierce - and for once, Kapra didn't retaliate. He felt his flesh tear, her teeth white-hot as the dug into his flesh and he swore he felt the sharp pain in his eye. Instead of fighting back, he began to cackle, feeling his vision fade as he attempted to pull away from her after a long moment. His head was spinning, his adrenaline pumping and yet.. fighting was not in his agenda today. "Your grief will be the end of you," he'd snarl from between gritted teeth. "I know nothing about this brother of yours that died... and yet you act as though I come here mocking you.. as though I can somehow know these things and that my laughter is in direct response to your loss." He snorted indignantly. His teeth would reveal themselves as his lips pulled back, his gaze briefly seeking Katja's. If only they knew that, for once, he wouldn't have made light of their grief, as the deceased was someone Katja cared for.. and Kapra truly was loyal to her.. but no, it seemed this girl was more of a beast than even himself. "Perhaps you ought to try crying first. It might make you feel better than lashing out at strangers who are ignorant to your pain." Perhaps he might be less surprised at such a reaction from a lone wolf, but from a wolf that stood here? Listening to Katja speak? It was incredible. Unable to smile now, he'd grit his teeth through the pain. He didn't know whether Katja would stop her meeting to help him or not -- but he could fend for himself regardless. Eying her for a moment through his one good eye, feeling the unmistakable warmth of blood trickling down from the right side of his face, he would turn to go, knowing he had no place here, and knowing he needed to find someone to help tend to his wounds. And he knew just the wolf to call.. |
WARNING: Kaprasíus is extremely prone to violence, including maim fights & character claiming.
Katja is also welcome in any and all of his threads, without warning.
He also has a bush viper companion named Jǫrmungandr.