You're like pollution
large behemoth clung to the waning shadows - a creature of the cold. frigid was the weather and he alike in manner and mood. quietly he stood watching the landscape, looking for something that would capture his attention. being so far away from home was a trial but he had to do it for his own protection. it was necessary for the good of his family. and family was everything to the male. fleeting motion sucked him out of his reverie, cranium elevated to attention. onyx ears swiveled gauging the best possible route to get to the certain being that captured his attention. hulking, black gossamer mass drifted forward - an ominous presence. slowly, ever so slowly the hellhound made his way towards the sound of voices. it was a short exchange, but it was enough to alert the man that he was not alone. ammon had no qualms with company, he was rather neutral on the topic so long as they weren't nosy and didn't ask questions they should. if he were to reveal something vital, he'd have to kill them. a slight smirk played upon his onyx kissers at the idea. ah, business as usual. he said nothing as he approached the two - he merely took a seat. keeping a good distance away, he offered a curt nod. " speech " |
Today was a day that Ammon would likely never forget, he was a man of very few words but it did have a few to say to the female who was a little to eager. She rushed upon him before he could lift a paw to swat her out of the way. His patience was normally very thin and this woman was not doing much to help herself in the present situation. He couldn't help but smirk to himself as he felt the impact of his appearance on the lady. How naive and innocent. A dark smirk twisted his devilish face.
Sinister intentions were soon replaced with annoyance as she drew closer to him. Ammon was not one for physical contact of this sort with strangers. Especially, nosy strangers, onyx ears flattened in annoyance and a dark snarl ripped his lips. His face morphed into something more hellish than before, he was not in the mood for child's play. " I assure you that there is nothing you can do to change or alter this masterpiece, " His Italian accent was heavy but his voice was harsh and clear. He considered his scar a masterpiece carved by his very own father. " tell me, woman, why do you feel a need to change that which doesn't need fixing - as you say? " His voice grew ever colder as his annoyance grew. Before he snapped into some creature more volatile, he collected himself and drew back to a normal reserved, austere state. |