the only way to get rid of

temptation is to yield to it

I heard the sound of his scream, and it only makes my heart pump faster and my eyes grow wide with excitement. It is absolutely satisfying to hear him, reacting to my attack upon him. He is an intruder, and this territory is not his to tread on. He is white, smells funny, and...and I am sure there is something else wrong with him! I feel his backside go limp beneath my frame. It is...pleasing to have this power, to cause him to fall to his knees and to scream under my wrath. I do feel his struggle though, and his legs kick up into my gut. It is a most unpleasant feeling and it does rouse a growl out of my blackened throat.

I allow him to slip from my grasp. I did not intend to pin him down and rip his throat out. I was simply...playing. I stood tall, gathering my breath from his kick as he scrambles to hind in a bush. I hold my deathly black head high, with my blue eyes seeming to glow due to the unsettling blackness of my fur. The red of my shoulders did stick out as I smirked, rolling them back as I watch him. I have the distinct tilt of my jaw that my mother does as I observe the panicked boy as he attempting to put himself back together.

I did not move other than a twitch of my tail as I watched him attempt to exude confidence again, my ears hold forward as he claims that he meant to do it...so he meant to be tackled by me and uselessly flop on the ground like a fish, before hiding in a bush? My lips crack, my look still smeared with a smirk and I cannot hold back a scoffing laugh in reply. He then brings attention to the mushroom that he was so enamored with, my own blue eyes refusing to even look at it as he goes on and on and on. I almost stop listening, my eyes wandering from him to tree tops, to the clouds and to the log once more. Finally, it appears he is done, a single brow lifting as I continue to hold myself in a tall and regal fashion.

"For a trespasser, you sure are good at yelping like a pup still on milk, which I am sure if what you meant to do," I say in a forward and snarky tone. I finally allow my eyes to fall down to where the now crushed mushroom is. I snorted, my black paws daring to carry my form right next to his, shoulder to shoulder- just to see how he would react to me invading his little bubble.

"You are not pretty, get over yourself. You don't even know what a mushroom is, do you Hyrule? They are everywhere, look there, and there, and there, see? Now where are you from, hm?" I state, allowing my shoulder to nudge into his, hoping to perhaps make him unsteady. My eyes may be blue but they are fierce, much more...interesting I am sure than his eyes. I am not afraid to stare straight into his eyes, unblinking other than when I have to. My muzzle only moved to the direction of where other mushrooms grew, which was not hard, I could probably point anywhere and they would be found.

"Belhara," I say in a slick tone, one very similar to my mother from whom I take after. This boy is lucky that the stars are hidden in their blanket of blue, as they would surely give up some secrets of this...ignorant boy who knows nothing of mushrooms.

Belhara