His words brush my ears, and I can hear the brush off of my "concern" I stare at him, watching as he looks back over my face. The lie leaks off my lips as if it were the easiest thing to do, such a simple thing, a name. "I am Herzeh. (Her-zah). And you are?" I smile, this time the gesture reaching my eyes as I look him over. He seems to be alright, but that gash on his muzzle has be a little concerned. For me, to feel anything of another emotion than hate and an utter loathing that I feel deep in my heart is odd, something unheard of for me, even when I was with Devil, my heart stayed locked firmly in place. It was destined never to move again, hell, it had to ask permission to beat in my chest. I do not feel, to feel is to get hurt. I cannot allow myself anymore pain, and with this revelation, my smile fades as the light almost instantly leaves my eyes, turning them a dull yet fiery yellow. I watch his tongue dart between his lips, ears catching his words once more as I look him over again. Well, well, aren't we a cocky little thing. I feel the corners of my mouth tug as if they cannot help but want to smile at him. It is well known that warrior males have an ego, but the assassin in me wants to show him up, just to prove him wrong.

My brow arches as he speaks, a flesh wound, ha! I have never seen bone on flesh wounds. I shake my head, sitting and getting comfortable, "It looks like you got in a fight with a cougar, and the cougar won." I smile, that damned gesture keeps popping up. Why? It irritates me that I seem unable to control such a paltry twitch of my facial muscles, my control slipping away from me as my eyes spark with interest as I place my barb. "How'd it happen?" I ask, curious as ever as to what this male has been into and why he was hiding in the grass.

And i hold on to what got, for as long as i can
And now it's fallen apart in my hand
And it's so hard to understand
It seems like you're here with me
I just wanna see you again