08-19-2019, 02:23 PM
Vathmos' ears laid back at the insult, the slightest quiver of her fur standing with electrcity. The wild dog was indeed, well, a dog. So why shouldn't she called the stranger a dog? Vathmos looked down as the crocdile meat was thrown at her, and stepped over it. Her lips curled back to reveal yellow teeth. She felt the anger well up inside her as Wormwood continued speaking. She trampled over to the wild dog, raising herself and standing to her full height. She would roughly be in the same height range as the wild dog, perhaps a little taller. Vathmos made a point to get into Mayari's face, face contorted into vehement anger. "Listen here, Mayari." She got closer, practically breathing hot air onto the dog. "I call it like I see it." She licked her lips. Vathmos didn't tolerate being insulted, maybe by a few close friends or the higher ranks, but not by an outsider and especially not by a wild dog! "You can Tanglewood, that's not a problem, but know that I am above you."
━ [b]MY SKIN IS A STORY┆LONELY. CLINGY. HATEFUL. ━