He laughed.

Oh, she was funny alright. But naïve most definitely. “I hope you are as diplomatic as you are witty.” he smirked, but already liked her in a weird kind of way. It was more like a platonic friendship, but more based on hate than affection. He wouldn’t care for such things though, if she fell on her face, he wouldn’t be responsible for picking up the pieces. Oh no, he wasn’t that kind of guy. With a sarcastic smile, Lysander heard her give him a label. Tymeria. Strange, especially for a girl. Call him sexist, but such a brutal name shouldn’t be given to someone so…scraggy. It was a name that should be given to someone powerful, not puny. Relishing in his own ideas of her title, a sickly snort was voiced. “Tymeria…it confuses me that someone would name a feeble creature such as yourself something so robust. My, you even shiver in the summer!” he retorted, his tail thumping against the ground in scorn. “You look at me as if it’s my fault you were born with such a weak body.” he picked up on her attempts of intimidation, but it just gave him more fuel to mock her. “It baffles me as to why I’m even conversing with you, Ty-Ty.” he laughed, chortling with cynicism. He knew she would probably react badly at the way he’d struck her title with such an infantile nickname. But Lysander couldn’t care less. With the scars that bore his history beneath their very laceration. He’d been through enough, and now he just wanted to punish the world. And by insulting it’s inhabitants, he felt satisfied. He was all very taboo about meeting and greeting others, and wasn’t in the mood to candy coat his personality to make him seem sweeter, when he was really ugly beyond repair.

Yawning, Lysander revealed his rows of gleaming ivory teeth that shone in the sunlight beneath blackened gums. Two of his teeth poked out from his upper rack, one at either side, giving him a feral-like look. The ebony coat of his wasn’t camouflaged in the blooming flowers of summer. How he detested all things beautiful about life. People should share his pain, not enjoy life. Glowering, he ground his teeth in revulsion at the elite lives that others had. Mates, children, someone to care for. How he secretly envied them. But he could never love another, not after the meteor strike. Never.

7 YEARS• 33inch 100lbs• black fur