Convince Me
05-21-2015, 03:35 PM
Zell would scent an approaching creature. Finally! Would he gain some excitement here? Turning to gaze in the direction of the females scent, Zell saw an approaching figure, and still he would keep going until she decided to stop right in front of him. Slowing to a halt, Zell looked her over. She had a prominent scar on her face, which kind of made her seem attractive, to say the least. He liked scars, it didn't make others look ugly or weak, in his opinion, it made them look stronger. More...accustomed to the heat of life. He had his own scars, not as bad as hers but a triad across his muzzle. He had sworn his muzzle was going to break that day, but it was far behind him now. With the hare still dangling from his jaws, a dripping trail of blood behind him he wondered if he should drop it or hold it to talk to her.
Too bad he was somewhat polite...despite his nature. Dropping the hare, he gave her one more run over as he licked his muzzle. "More like stumbling across it and minding my own business. But I guess you could say that." He chuckled a little, humor gleaming in his eyes already. He didn't care if you were friend or foe, Zell would always contain humor in his voice to see what prickled the hide of whoever he encountered. Ears perked a little at her mentioning of her being a President...or Alphess of the pack. A brow raised, already several things popped into his mind that he could play around with. And he'd choose one. "So, which is it? Are you a President? Or are you an Alphess? Something like that could be confusing to some you know. Why not use the word and Has a better ring to it and makes it more...officially assertive."
He smiled then, wondering if he could annoy her or if she had the patience to deal with the likes of him. He looked around, wondering if there were any others or just her. So far, it seemed to be just her. "What can I do for you?" That also struck him as amusing. Well, it seemed he was always amused. "What can you do for me? Because I can do a lot." He pawed his hare towards her, a little grin on his face. "As you can see, I am quite a skilled hunter. You can have it if you want, I'm not even hungry." It occurred to him then, as he waited for her to accept or deny his catch, that she hadn't even mentioned the name of the pack lands she owned. That was strange...didn't alphas usually throw that out there? "Ahem, it seems you didn't tell me what this pack land of yours is called. Are you President of a tree? A stream? A mountain? Are you gonna tell me the name of your pack, or am I supposed to keep guessing?"
Too bad he was somewhat polite...despite his nature. Dropping the hare, he gave her one more run over as he licked his muzzle. "More like stumbling across it and minding my own business. But I guess you could say that." He chuckled a little, humor gleaming in his eyes already. He didn't care if you were friend or foe, Zell would always contain humor in his voice to see what prickled the hide of whoever he encountered. Ears perked a little at her mentioning of her being a President...or Alphess of the pack. A brow raised, already several things popped into his mind that he could play around with. And he'd choose one. "So, which is it? Are you a President? Or are you an Alphess? Something like that could be confusing to some you know. Why not use the word and Has a better ring to it and makes it more...officially assertive."
He smiled then, wondering if he could annoy her or if she had the patience to deal with the likes of him. He looked around, wondering if there were any others or just her. So far, it seemed to be just her. "What can I do for you?" That also struck him as amusing. Well, it seemed he was always amused. "What can you do for me? Because I can do a lot." He pawed his hare towards her, a little grin on his face. "As you can see, I am quite a skilled hunter. You can have it if you want, I'm not even hungry." It occurred to him then, as he waited for her to accept or deny his catch, that she hadn't even mentioned the name of the pack lands she owned. That was strange...didn't alphas usually throw that out there? "Ahem, it seems you didn't tell me what this pack land of yours is called. Are you President of a tree? A stream? A mountain? Are you gonna tell me the name of your pack, or am I supposed to keep guessing?"
