03-21-2018, 03:32 AM
Now, she was quite the arrogant little thing, wasn't she? A shrew, if he could correctly remember the slang from his life to describe such a woman like her. Wrapping people around her finger with sultry words and ensnaring arguments. Beck's tar-like excuse for blood boiled at the scene, and fluffed hackles were becoming a regular habit for interactions with the Typhoon and its members. Why couldn't Pincher mind his own damn business? He already dragged the three other groups to a boring meeting, and now he was sending rats in to nose around. "Peaceful my ass," the commander interrupted, revealing his eavesdropping perch within the brambles and shouldering out to puff out his scrawny chest and snarl at Guru. A noble effort, but pathetic given someone his malnourished stature. "Taking a 'stroll' right through our fuckin' territory is trespassin', and ya better get your ass off our border before I let the kid stay true to his word." Refusing to back down from the caracal, Beck sent an angered glare towards Amunet and her hospitality -- couldn't she smell the other clan's stench? Now, thanks to Guru, he would have to set more traps and demand more hostility towards simple visitors. And maybe, just to pissed their captain off, he could declare them as enemies. While not entirely beneficial, it would prevent nuisances from thinking they can march all over their land and get away with it.
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