Her reaction of fear brings an odd sensation to his being. The air is hot and yet his heart seems to burn like molten lava when upsetting her. The way she looks at him, with their eyes connecting...it is as if her fear leaps inside him. It causes his jaws to loosen and his ears to fall back slightly. Confusion becomes a mask that consumes his face, mixed with the initial aggression that was fading after his question. His feelings were mixed, like a volatile combination of emotions that told him that she stole something and that what she stole...belonged to her somehow. Her own fear of him brought a bewilderment he did not understand. None of it seemed to process as he remained still with her moving slightly away to face him. She was something else. Something beautiful. Something horrible. Something magic. Something dark. She was everything. What was he thinking?
Never had his mind been so jumbled as she stared at her face to face. He only knew showing strength and aggression. It scared off things he did not want around. Could he scare this feeling away, her away? Could he even bare to do so? Her words cause his stiffness to sudden jump back. He straightened up, ears pricking forward again and face returning to something hard and...mean. Yeah, he will hold his mean face, show her how serious he was about what she stole, as he tried to hide the fact that her very fear of him brought such strong feelings of doubt. His face was naturally one that did not come across as friendly and approachable, with the uneven black lining his jaw giving him a rather frightening look.
"Yes, I accuse you! You....you stole...something...damn it!" he states, nodding to himself in an attempt to reassure himself. Yes, she stole something, but...what? And why? And HOW? He needed answers, and he only ever got answers with his teeth. Why was he driven...not to do so now? And why is her mood changing, and why do her eyes reflect...pity?
"Don't...look at me like that," he mumbles, rolling his shoulder and darting away his eyes uncomfortably. Wait...why was she making him feel like this? He looks back to her, ready to stare her down when she speaks again. Isolde. Her name is Isolde and she is his imprint. Imprint? Bound together? None of this had meaning.
"What do you mean, imprint? Bound together? We are not deer with our antlers intertwined," he says, his own fur of white and gold calming upon his shoulders and neck.
"If you didn't do this, then who did? It must be un-done, beca-" he demands, his voice pausing a quick second. Her did not...want to give away why it must be undone. "Because it has to be un-done," he states with his deep and determined voice. His eyes of blue and black look at her, almost for some sort of guidance. It was as if she was calming this rage and mixing of emotions- if only temporarily. He still keeps his tail raised, his tongue lashing out of his mouth in the heat of the sun and the...stress of the situation. |