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*Rita* · 04-07-2013, 05:46 PM

She'd stare at him, studying him, as he gazed away reminiscing on something. She couldn't tell what, but there was an obscure sort of longing in his features, maybe some pain? She wasn't sure, and so she'd look closer, narrowing her eyes a bit in curiosity. It was odd how Thane seemed to change from one moment to the next - perhaps he had some sort of attention-maintaining issue? It certainly made keeping up with the whole predicament all the more confusing and difficult. After a few fleeting thoughts, and coming to the conclusion that his distant mental state must be the result of some sort of mental tragedy, Rita backed up a step or two, no longer interested in what was passing through his mind.

"Yes, I do need space every once in a while"

Certainly a decent amount of sass for a respectful brute to dose up on an unknown she-wolf.

Staring at him, reflecting his own suspicions back at him, she pursed her lips, not appreciating how a woman - herself, specifically - was being treated. It was all rather barbaric. Her eyelids drooped over to close, her head turning as faced the outside world, with this "Valhalla" to her back without a care. Without anything to tie her down to a singular place, Rita never found it in herself to take heart to one versus another - she would never sell herself like that. If she were to hold a claim over some place, it'd be under her own regime with her own rules that she'd never have to follow. That was her utopia, and with how Thane was treating her, this could never be it. What made it ring horribly true was that while Thane defied her here, she could not wrestle him into submission - not without him calling on some lackeys.

She'd rather not ruin her lovely up-do with the Valhalla's mud and its members' piss.

"And Ima so special ta be that "once" in yer while, yes?" Oh, now can't I get a pretty ribbon to go with this wonderful lifetime achievement? Though she intended her words to be drenched in sarcasm, she laced them with a soft-spoken whisper, as though she were genuinely upset and saddened by the circumstances. Eyes looking gently at the ground, maw loosened to a faint frown, tail limp and ears pinned back, she'd look like any disappointed she-wolf.

"My name means free man. By the looks of it I belong to a pack but it is my choice; yet in soul...my soul is free. I was raised to be respectful and taught many lessons which sometimes just appear from my mind. But I do say now that I mean no harm and I respect you as we all should to the other, it is of my nature."

Such an honorable and dignified bastard, wasn't he? She sat down, looking at him in feigned fascination as he spoke, ears perking forward as though eager for each word before it even came. As he finished, she continued to stare at him, as though entranced by what he had said, though she was planning her own response, "My name comes from Margarita, it means Pearl. My 'rents named me afta a beautiful art from nature - priceless and precious. Like me." Each pearl created uniquely different from the last, truly one of nature's greatest treasures.

Just like Rita.

"I did not say I wanted to get rid of you, that would also be highly rude of me. And I do apologize if I seemed to have turned over the stone more than twice of your presence in these part of the lands. I feel as if I might have overreacted a bit; what can I say I'm a cautious man. This will not be my choice, it will be yours. Only you can control what you do. If you wish to leave then you head South from here through the desert. And if you wish to stay here then we can fix that hunger of yours as you have stated before. It would be a bit rude as well to not show some hospitality."

She nodded curtly in agreement, almost to the point of "yeah, i'd say so", but she'd refrain. Looking back at him, still facing the outside, she waited. Food seemed promising enough - she was never one to turn down hand-outs from others. A greedy whore like herself, she'd take anything and everything that was presented to her, whether or not it was offered or for sale. Ambition - that's what it does to you.

"It is your decision if you would like to go, or stay."

It would have been too easy to disprove what he had said earlier - that only she could control what she does. There were always others, mere obstacles, that stood in her way no matter what she sought. Exhaling sharply, she'd flicker her ears as she sonly turned around, walking back up towards Thane and offering him a hipslam in acceptance to his offer. "Ima never one ta turn down free food. Some hosp'tality would be nice..." She'd follow after him, tail twitching as it flopped up.

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