He was an amusing little toy today. He was so easily prodded and easily touched with pride. He was certainly different than most of her family and little world in Iromar. Najira was never one with such a full ego, and nor was father. It was...odd coming across a creature so different. It certainly piqued her interest on this night, in this place so different and so far from home.
She hears his words and only lifts a black brow, perhaps something unseen due to the pitch darkness of her own pelt on this night. Jealous? This boy was an odd one indeed. Before I could say anything though, he moves. His wet pelt is rubbed against my own, and my head turns to watch as he walks by me. My body naturally reacts to move away from his touch, but ultimately I feel his wetness upon my own pelt. I look at my fur, and back at him. How dare he! My blue eyes flash deviously in his direction. Such an action will not go...unpunished.
"I will make you jealous,"
I hiss, not speaking to the temperature of the water he rubbed upon me. It hardly mattered. It was simply an excuse for some action. I suddenly move, turning my form of fire and darkness. I burst forward and make aim for his hind rear which is next to me. I aim to put my weight on his back end, and bite on the thickness of his fur and skin on his back along his spine. I will not bite too hard, just enough to let him know who is really boss around here -me.
((I realized I change from third to first person here but was too lazy to change it...plus I think she is a secret first person ;) ))