‘..and I have no fear.’
I snorted as I moved away, leaving the single minded brujo behind me to stumble into the lands. If he wasn’t careful then he might just end up crossing my path again, and for his sake I did hope that wouldn’t happen too soon if I was going to stay in one of my little moods. It was wolves like him who got themselves into situations with dull results, all because they told themselves they did not fear anything. Fear was a healthy emotion that even the largest would not lack, it was something that was necessary in your life and kept you alive; if he so did not feel fear, then I knew he wouldn’t be a screamer. Shucks, I did enjoy those screamers.
They seemed to make life more.. Musical.
Now I wasn’t a cold hearted demonic stand alone figure as it may appear, I was a genuine beast once you got to know me. It was more or less the fact I did not have the ability to form emotional links of many kinds, it was a weakness I had since I was young -- Hence why I hid it with an attitude, much like my sister I too was two-faced. Not that one would have been able to tell without knowing me for some length of time, and as of up to now there was only one other who knew me for who I was. Depressing really but I just reacted with some of the only things I knew when it came to being social. Sure I wanted to change that, but it was to come all in good time.
As I drew closer to the next stop along the boarder, I slowed my pace from a casual lope to something more of a subconscious skulk. When I was within leeway I hesitated, going over the nymph that sat in somewhat of a ‘yeah I’m going to submit, but only when you arrive’ kind of way. Good enough for me, better then that over brujo who remained staring me in the eyes and continuously shifting his position about. Damn that pissed me off when you were trying to get something done.. Well, I think he realised I did not take a shining to him really.
No point in being a sleaze. I wasn’t really in the right situation to call it such, but she wasn’t my prey so honestly I did not like staring her down as though she were creating some kind of threat. Most other regals seemed to like studying their subjects, and I understood the whole check ‘em out in the sense of how they waited and all that stuff, but overall you only really met them when you met them. I guess anyone but myself would find my logical to be.. Illogical, for lack of any other way to put it.
I slithered forwards from the foliage, white frame instantly the most brightest thing on my side of the invisible line that most knew how to respect. It was funny how we held such a respect for something that did not physically exist, and funny how you could lose your life over it. Such as before my shaggy white banner rose, curling above my spine in the usual dominant way. My translucent, mismatched grey and blue luminaries holding no show of emotion. The façade I wore was of an upturned lip, pearls bared just enough to show how irate I could easily turn. By the time I stood roughly two metres away from where the nymph sat, I was composed as an alpha was expected to be. Probably a little more casual, a little less stiff. I hated stiff, made me feel like I was some kind of suit wearing ass jockey.
"This is Munashii Gekko, state your business here madam.”
I allowed my eyes to travel her form -- Respectfully, though. I smelt distant wolves on her pelt as well as something of another pack. All foreign and none known to me.. It did not present a clear threat in other words, so now I was to just wait for procedure to run it’s path.
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mental wounds still screaming
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