07-23-2018, 09:35 PM
Vandal's convinced that she's close to getting away with it - things are quiet as she's observing the glint of the sword's in the dim light, a flash of neon-green as the glow from her chest hits it just right. She leans closer, trying to uncover its secrets, but she hears a scramble of noise and just the lightest touch of a nose on her own and she knows... she knows she's absolutely, negatively fucked.
The reaction is almost instant. The maned wolf shrinks back and ducks her head submissively, ears folded backwards and limbs kept close to her body, taking up the least amount of space possible. There's nothing for her to say - nothing for her to do - she just lowers the blade as slowly as she could next to Deldrach's paws and backs up until her rump is pressing against the wall, not that it put much distance between them in the first place. She has no excuse, really. Curiosity and impulse had gotten the best of her, and now she's at the mercy of the jaglion who's already towering over her.
She wonders who will mourn her when she's gone.
Vandal lowers herself even more, pressing her belly against the cold floor and lowering her muzzle, looking up with guilty green eyes at the woman she'd just wronged. Thinking back to it, maybe it wasn't the smartest of ideas (far from it, actually), but it was her choice that led her here and it's her consequence to take with as much dignity as she has left. The only thing left to do, she figures, is do what she's told until Deldrach lets up on that glare - that hot glare... Get your head on straight, Vandal!
A lopsided grin spreads on her pointed maw but it doesn't quite reach her eyes, too limited by the nervousness, guilt, and fear swirling in her system. It's a heady mix, one that she subconsciously thinks that she can drown in, get lost in - the thrill of fear, the thrill of not knowing what will become of her, the thrill of the unknown. She doesn't even notice the tip of her tail tap, tap, tapping the ground excitedly. It's a whirlwind. It's a mess. It's breathtaking.
She's so fucked.
"H-hi, Del! I - uh, I'm sorry."
;; i can't help but imagine the metal gear solid snake sound effect i'm
The reaction is almost instant. The maned wolf shrinks back and ducks her head submissively, ears folded backwards and limbs kept close to her body, taking up the least amount of space possible. There's nothing for her to say - nothing for her to do - she just lowers the blade as slowly as she could next to Deldrach's paws and backs up until her rump is pressing against the wall, not that it put much distance between them in the first place. She has no excuse, really. Curiosity and impulse had gotten the best of her, and now she's at the mercy of the jaglion who's already towering over her.
She wonders who will mourn her when she's gone.
Vandal lowers herself even more, pressing her belly against the cold floor and lowering her muzzle, looking up with guilty green eyes at the woman she'd just wronged. Thinking back to it, maybe it wasn't the smartest of ideas (far from it, actually), but it was her choice that led her here and it's her consequence to take with as much dignity as she has left. The only thing left to do, she figures, is do what she's told until Deldrach lets up on that glare - that hot glare... Get your head on straight, Vandal!
A lopsided grin spreads on her pointed maw but it doesn't quite reach her eyes, too limited by the nervousness, guilt, and fear swirling in her system. It's a heady mix, one that she subconsciously thinks that she can drown in, get lost in - the thrill of fear, the thrill of not knowing what will become of her, the thrill of the unknown. She doesn't even notice the tip of her tail tap, tap, tapping the ground excitedly. It's a whirlwind. It's a mess. It's breathtaking.
She's so fucked.
"H-hi, Del! I - uh, I'm sorry."
;; i can't help but imagine the metal gear solid snake sound effect i'm
I TOLD THAT DEVIL TO TAKE YOU BACK
MAXINE VIENNA "VANDAL" ROUX — TAGS — THE TYPHOON