LONHRO: the night terror
zero / tobias x flare / loner
He is most displeased to feel puppy teeth scrape at his muzzle and send him plunging away from his intended target, the long-haired puppy pivoting upon his paws to bare tiny teeth towards the other as he bends in a play bow of sorts and she stretches further over her prizes as his small ebony heckles lift in discontent before it becomes evident she will not move to share the meat he desires. His playful attempts are ended in near the same moment as they begin, a huff of sorts emitted from the boys lips as he abruptly seats himself, lips twisted in a look of disdain as he eyes her now with that gaze of striking emerald green. She speaks and his obsidian ears prick forward, that long, long red white and black tail flicking until it curls about his paws and he eyes her with a ready wariness. He is a cunning creature, dangerously so and yet his intelligence is…..of a different kind, his mind given to work in a way others do not and as such it is with a look of suspicion in which he seems to regard her now. He has understood her words- to an extent, his grasp upon language tenuous at best- evident in the moments he speaks perhaps. His words fractured…broken.
“Who….is Nice?”
That his words are, seemingly, confusing is evidently of no concern to the boy, for he has made himself perfectly clear. She has demanded he ‘ask Nice’ and as such he demands to know who Nice is, no wolf of that name existing to his knowledge, Lonhro looking towards her expectantly now before she speaks once more and his head simply tilts in confusion again- the young Prince seeming to grow irritable once more.
“Who is….Lurid?”
He does not know these names, does not understand them or the manner of her speech even if the words are capable of perception- his final sentence a snarl of sorts as his temper began to flare.
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