i swear, i must have looked like a statue. well, one pretty damn pissed off statue. when i registered the fear plain on the varg's face, my body moved. my bloody shoulders shrugged up and down as a chuckle slipped form lips of the same hue. you're right to be afraid, dog. the threat was a merely whispered growl from my windpipe but i knew he would be able to hear and understand it. my head down, i shifted so my cranium was facing him and my bodice followed behind it, my rump at the edge of the cliff. this brought me closer to the male which i hoped would only make him more uncomfortable. i was so close i saw the minuscule shift in his audits and the smile upon my maw expanded. the sheepish smile only added to my delight. my own towers flicked forward as his voice broke our silence.
"...sis,.." the single word reverberated in my skull as i turned over his words there. "sis?" i share no blood with you, brute. the statement made a corner of my maw turn ever so slightly downward and my brow followed. i caught his question and gave a dry laugh at his attempt to talk my anger away. personally, i prefer my days to start out without me getting laughed at. there was a true flame up of rage before but it had dissipated a while ago. now, i was just keeping this up for my own amusement. i wouldn't ever hurt the poor boy. i would soon let the act fade away and just talk with him.
talk
K H A O S
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