08-04-2018, 11:50 PM
An unfamiliar, feminine voice fell upon triangular ears, and his cranium swiveled in its direction, finding a—Jesus Christ, that was one huge dog. She was similar to the creatures that he had come across before, though he never bothered to find out what they were called. They were like wolves, but freakishly bigger. She seemed civilized, though — in fact, she was teasing him. This prompted a frown from Jerseyboy. He probably would have even considered the hellhound a p p e a l i n g in some way, but teasing him was a sure way to get on his nerves. He disliked being made fun of, even in a minor way. It was usually Jerseyboy who poked fun at others, not the other way around. "Cut it out, will ya'? That thing was huge. Woulda' probably knocked you out, too." Maybe one day that would happen to her, and then he'd be the one laughing.
The next one to appear was just someone closer to his size — a sleek, dark brown she-cat. And hey, at least she had some damn manners. He wouldn't consider her smoking hot, for she had a pretty face . . . if you looked past the oversized ears. Ah well, he could have a little fun, couldn't he? The only other girl that he had seen in this place so far was being annoying, so this was his next best bet. "Me? Neva' felt betta'. Just got a lil' bruise, but it don't hurt." ( Well, that was a lie. ) It actually throbbed like hell, but he was trying to ignore it for the sake of his ego. He didn't want to complain about a fucking bruise, and he didn't want to stay on the topic of his little "accident" any longer than he had to. It was flat-out embarrassing.
Another feline had begun to chime in as well, though it was what he said that caught Jerseyboy off-guard. His olive-hued eyes narrowed, and he questioned, "What'd you just say?" He furrowed his figurative brows, cocking his head as well. "Did you just say that you tried to eat me?" What the fuck? That had to be a [sub]twisted metaphor[/sub] or somethig, right? Who would actually try to eat him?
Before he knew it, a tigress had joined the growing crowd. Her scarring and other modifications made Jerseyboy look twice, though he was still distracted by what Malphas had said to properly acknowledge her. Then, the two had engaged in banter of some sort, and that was when Jerseyboy decided to interject, "Look, I don't got brain damage. 'n I don't need.. whateva' those are. I'm fine." The last thing he needed was to be fussed over. He just wanted to do what he came here to do — relax and meet new people. It was hard to do so when everyone kept up making a big deal out of the "pinecone incident."
The next one to appear was just someone closer to his size — a sleek, dark brown she-cat. And hey, at least she had some damn manners. He wouldn't consider her smoking hot, for she had a pretty face . . . if you looked past the oversized ears. Ah well, he could have a little fun, couldn't he? The only other girl that he had seen in this place so far was being annoying, so this was his next best bet. "Me? Neva' felt betta'. Just got a lil' bruise, but it don't hurt." ( Well, that was a lie. ) It actually throbbed like hell, but he was trying to ignore it for the sake of his ego. He didn't want to complain about a fucking bruise, and he didn't want to stay on the topic of his little "accident" any longer than he had to. It was flat-out embarrassing.
Another feline had begun to chime in as well, though it was what he said that caught Jerseyboy off-guard. His olive-hued eyes narrowed, and he questioned, "What'd you just say?" He furrowed his figurative brows, cocking his head as well. "Did you just say that you tried to eat me?" What the fuck? That had to be a [sub]twisted metaphor[/sub] or somethig, right? Who would actually try to eat him?
Before he knew it, a tigress had joined the growing crowd. Her scarring and other modifications made Jerseyboy look twice, though he was still distracted by what Malphas had said to properly acknowledge her. Then, the two had engaged in banter of some sort, and that was when Jerseyboy decided to interject, "Look, I don't got brain damage. 'n I don't need.. whateva' those are. I'm fine." The last thing he needed was to be fussed over. He just wanted to do what he came here to do — relax and meet new people. It was hard to do so when everyone kept up making a big deal out of the "pinecone incident."
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