I had succeeded in getting him off of me, and about damn time. I had caught him off guard, and it paid off with my light form sliding and positing myself away from him. I roll and get to my grey paws, shaking my fur off before I stare daggers at him with my brilliant blue eyes. Who does he think he is? Some sort of fighting master? He is my age, and he needs to get his red head on straight. I could probably teach him a thing or two, by biting the shit out of him! I get a thrill simply thinking about it.

I snort as he mentions me being stubborn, lessons and shaping and time and blah blah blah. My face of brindled beauty twist in disgust, my delicate limbs simply stepping towards him with this grace that I simply do not realize that I have. One of my greatest weapons could probably be my pretty face and feminine build. I am essentially a goddess in terms of looks, candy for the eyes but I hardly realize or care about such things, especially at this young age. When I am older I may realize these things, how they can help me, but I am simply too overtaken by my own instinctual needs to sink my teeth into something...living.

My own brindled tail flicks, mirroring his own as I stare him down in silence. As far as I am concerned, he is coming back to Glorall with me right now, I don't care if he likes it or not. I keep my blue eyes locked onto his, a sharp intensity in my sky colored orbs, unclouded and clear in unimaginable ways. My nose twitches, before I lift my head in dominance and determination. The overcast sky is the perfect crown atop my grey scale form. Queen of the Clouds, I like that.

"You are coming back to Glorall with me. Let's go," I said, my dainty paws pushing forward without hesitation. I walk past him, my hips swaying naturally as I brush against his shoulder, our darker furs intermingling if he so allows it. I will walk past, turning my head to see if he is follow which I totally do not see him doing, and I fully expect to have to force him to come. I narrow my blue eyes, waiting for him to follow, or preparing to turn my form around and attack. I will get what I want, and he can very well get over it.