Venga
Zeta of Bright Moon
I was unperturbed by the male's behavior. I had dealt with the like before, plus if you couldn't see the walls he put up around himself you had to be beyond blind. I took his harshness calmly and kindly. In return to his growls and snarls I lifted my smallish frame from the ground and walked out from the few shadows that splayed dark patches on me. My posture was easily nonthreatening and a small smile -- bordering on a smirk -- played on my kissers. Once I was fully out of the shadows, I stopped to shake my honey dyed pelt then sit down.
At his snarled comment, the poison plain as day, I gave a shallow dip of my crown and a flick of my tail. If there were two things I had learned from pack life they were patience and respect. My skull cocked softly to the side with the revealing of my ivories.
Peace, varg. I meant you no disrespect.
My vocals rang out softly. My expression remained cool but kind no matter how much acid the hessian would send my way.
When next he spoke I was pleased to have received an answer this time. A real smile tickled my lips at the audible lessening of ice in his tone.
Well then, it's a pleasure to meet you, Zanex.
Nowhere in my voice or on my canvas was there a trace of sarcasm. Along with my words, Zanex received a goofy bow and a chuckle. When I raised up and laid my windows back on the oddly marked brujo, one of my brows lifted and inquired what mean comment I had just earned myself from him.
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