10-03-2018, 07:18 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-03-2018, 07:19 PM by NUI HARIME.)
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nui can't get everyone, and she knows this well. there will be outliers always be people to see through the rose colored lenses that she places upon her guises. that is a good thing though. it lets her know that there are creatures far more perceptive than they seem to be. creatures that aren't slow or dim witted or stupid.
creatures fit to be her ally, perhaps.
she watches expectantly as gabriel makes a move for a cupcake, tense with anticipation. this is the most favorite part of a prank-- makes her tingle down to her silly little bones.
he seems generally disinterested in the whole diplomat business. skims over his assessment of his clan’s wellbeing. not that she can blame him.
she watches as he pops one of the treats into his mouth. a breath catches, and she briefly wonders if the hot sauce has set in yet before he suddenly stares her down.
she stares back. silent. waiting, if not briefly curious as to why he seems so intent on keeping a hollow, ivory glazed gaze on her. she wonders if he's blind. in any other case, the pupil less gaze would have made it immediately clear. yet in this unorthodox world, there are many creatures with strange eyes and no small amount of healthy sight. she does not question it. nui has learned long ago that assuming is not healthy.
the snowbounder stares undoubtedly back at the canine rather-- blinks a glistening sapphire pupil in expectation. when it becomes clear that the hot sauce isn't doing anything for him and he begins to turn away, she squashes her disappointment.
at least he enjoyed the cupcakes. or maybe he was fronting. she can't really be sure.
“glad you enjoyed it, mister man,” nui calls gleefully back at the male’s fleeing backside. she does not leave yet; there is no reason to, and just because one has not given her the desired reaction yet, that does not mean there will not be others. she will be patient, just like a predator stalking for prey. she knows how to play the game.
like this one right now.
the lion is noticeable, even from the distance of the planes. she digs her paws into the sparse ground around her, noticing how easily moon towers over her. it really sinks in downright how drastically she has changed.
predator becomes the prey, huh?
she bites her lip at the irony, before smiling earnestly at moon’s apology, and his good natured reproach towards the previous comer.
“no worries mister,” no worries indeed. she has had more than her fair share handling the abrasive. bubonic was quickly dismissed from her mind; his short appearance was brief, far too brief for her to gain anything parricularly noteworthy or interesting out of it.
she listens to him speak of the ascendant’s current status-- though she can't help but notice how strained he sounds. her ears prick at the timber to his voice, cocking a brow as she tries her best to listen.
then he reaches for a cupcake. then her buck tooth digs hard into the pliable flesh of her bottom lip. struggling to hide a snrk.
as a look settles over his features, the bunny’s cheeks puff.
“alliance cancelled.”
the ensuing guffaw was short lived-- cut off and strangled in thr womb because she did not expect to laugh and had no intention to, but her laughter, in that split second was breathy regardless.
or really, it just came out more as a gargled 'HRRK.'
crap. she never expected this. she sure did get the spice to her visit, didn't she?
“um, i mean…” she tries to gain her composure, cheeks still chubby and lips puckered into an upward curl.
“that was uncalled for, mister! this special recipe, hot pepper sriracha cupcake deluxe has been passed down the harime line for generations by my ma’s ma, and her ma and her ma…” she forces the faux anger to her eye, before she breaks into crocodile tears near mid sentence.
here she was, getting her kicks on a diplomatic mission. the remorsefulness did not reach her soul, earnestly failing to take moon’s rebuke to heart.
if she managed to sabotage an alliance just like that--(in a snap) via prank, she had gotten a whole new record, and she was sure proud of it.
"for shame, sir... for shame."
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SNOWBOUND
FEMALE
ICESTRIKER
FEMALE
ICESTRIKER
[div style="width: 360px; font-family: verdana; color: white; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]❝ LA VI EST DROLE! ❞
nui can't get everyone, and she knows this well. there will be outliers always be people to see through the rose colored lenses that she places upon her guises. that is a good thing though. it lets her know that there are creatures far more perceptive than they seem to be. creatures that aren't slow or dim witted or stupid.
creatures fit to be her ally, perhaps.
she watches expectantly as gabriel makes a move for a cupcake, tense with anticipation. this is the most favorite part of a prank-- makes her tingle down to her silly little bones.
he seems generally disinterested in the whole diplomat business. skims over his assessment of his clan’s wellbeing. not that she can blame him.
she watches as he pops one of the treats into his mouth. a breath catches, and she briefly wonders if the hot sauce has set in yet before he suddenly stares her down.
she stares back. silent. waiting, if not briefly curious as to why he seems so intent on keeping a hollow, ivory glazed gaze on her. she wonders if he's blind. in any other case, the pupil less gaze would have made it immediately clear. yet in this unorthodox world, there are many creatures with strange eyes and no small amount of healthy sight. she does not question it. nui has learned long ago that assuming is not healthy.
the snowbounder stares undoubtedly back at the canine rather-- blinks a glistening sapphire pupil in expectation. when it becomes clear that the hot sauce isn't doing anything for him and he begins to turn away, she squashes her disappointment.
at least he enjoyed the cupcakes. or maybe he was fronting. she can't really be sure.
“glad you enjoyed it, mister man,” nui calls gleefully back at the male’s fleeing backside. she does not leave yet; there is no reason to, and just because one has not given her the desired reaction yet, that does not mean there will not be others. she will be patient, just like a predator stalking for prey. she knows how to play the game.
like this one right now.
the lion is noticeable, even from the distance of the planes. she digs her paws into the sparse ground around her, noticing how easily moon towers over her. it really sinks in downright how drastically she has changed.
predator becomes the prey, huh?
she bites her lip at the irony, before smiling earnestly at moon’s apology, and his good natured reproach towards the previous comer.
“no worries mister,” no worries indeed. she has had more than her fair share handling the abrasive. bubonic was quickly dismissed from her mind; his short appearance was brief, far too brief for her to gain anything parricularly noteworthy or interesting out of it.
she listens to him speak of the ascendant’s current status-- though she can't help but notice how strained he sounds. her ears prick at the timber to his voice, cocking a brow as she tries her best to listen.
then he reaches for a cupcake. then her buck tooth digs hard into the pliable flesh of her bottom lip. struggling to hide a snrk.
as a look settles over his features, the bunny’s cheeks puff.
“alliance cancelled.”
the ensuing guffaw was short lived-- cut off and strangled in thr womb because she did not expect to laugh and had no intention to, but her laughter, in that split second was breathy regardless.
or really, it just came out more as a gargled 'HRRK.'
crap. she never expected this. she sure did get the spice to her visit, didn't she?
“um, i mean…” she tries to gain her composure, cheeks still chubby and lips puckered into an upward curl.
“that was uncalled for, mister! this special recipe, hot pepper sriracha cupcake deluxe has been passed down the harime line for generations by my ma’s ma, and her ma and her ma…” she forces the faux anger to her eye, before she breaks into crocodile tears near mid sentence.
here she was, getting her kicks on a diplomatic mission. the remorsefulness did not reach her soul, earnestly failing to take moon’s rebuke to heart.
if she managed to sabotage an alliance just like that--(in a snap) via prank, she had gotten a whole new record, and she was sure proud of it.
"for shame, sir... for shame."
© MADI