He sure did not like being shaken by the muzzle- but that is the damn point. He needs to learn his place and that his actions have consequences he may not like. I did not particularly mean to leave scratches and blood, which I now smell in the moist air. Well, perhaps he did put me in a bit of a moody tizzy. That attitude of his really should not rub off on me...but I will not be treated badly. I will not be disrespected. I will not be dominated, not like that. And yet, he almost seems...more than okay with it. What the hell is this and what the hell is this guy?
It appears he just wanted a response, but didn’t care what kind. Well, I will not understand such a desire. Who wants just a response? My mind cannot seem to process this desire but for now I have to accept it for what it is, and try to learn how this guy ticks...because apparently he does not plan to immediately leave me alone. Now, I don’t mind company, in fact I often enjoy company, but something was off about this. I shake my head in response as he admits that his parents are fools.
”That is highly unfortunate. My parents were not fools, so I will teach you if you will listen,” I say, wondering what it would be like to be raised by fools of parents. Avery was a highly respected wolf under Andras, and Arkane was of Kane and Isola. There was much knowledge from them and they turned out well. I miss them, but it is what it is. Now when I ask if he would like it if someone did to him what he did to me, he said he would rip their throats out. I pull my head back slightly in disgust...for the fact that he would do that action to others but then rip out throats that do the same to him. The logic here is baffling, and it appears he is cursed with violent tendencies.
Well, I go off on my spiel about teaching him how to actually approach someone, and he actually appears to listen. This somewhat surprises me. If he continued to be violent and challenge me, I certainly would have fought back...and I can’t say I would stop. Now that is not something I want to admit, but both my parents were stubborn in that regard, and I inherited this as well. He also seemed to...light some sort of fire that I did not really wish to be lit inside of me. I tried to not think about it right now, as I attempt to slow the pace of my own heart from him initially irritating me. I side eye him at his initial reaction and smile. He then sits about a wolf apart, stating it bluntly, and then asking if she enjoyed the storm. I shook my head and hit my paw on my muzzle as I sighed.
”You don’t STATE that you are a wolf apart, you just do it,” I say, removing my paw back to the ground, looking at him with my mostly green eyes. ”It seems weird if you state it. I was just telling you a good distance that wouldn’t be awkward-uh,” I say, realizing I am probably talking his ear off. I am not sure he cares. Oh well. He will have to listen to me anyway. Maybe he will leave if I talk too much. Yeah, maybe that is how I annoy him out of my life. I then smirk myself as I look forward at the storm ahead. I stretch my white forepaws ahead, lifting my nose slightly in satisfaction.
”Why yes, I am enjoying the storm!” I say, now forcing him into casual small talk...which I think he lacks skill in.
”The clouds are real big ahead. Quite tall. The tall ones like to make the lightning the most, ya see? Right there?”” I say, pointing my nose to the large, dark, ominous clouds ahead. ”They are moving this way, slightly to the side of us as well. Have you ever seen where lightning has struck before? It is pretty cool. Can split a tree in half. I hear they can even make this stuff called fire. Have you ever seen fire before?” I ask, turning my eyes back to him to...gauge his reaction, if he is even here anymore. I half expect him to leave, at least...that is my hope. Part of me knows that won’t be the case. I am trying to convince myself this part of me is wrong. Foolish thinking on my own part.
