01-05-2020, 08:04 PM
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Snarl's outward emotions were on lockdown, as she stared down the other hyena. Sure, the other was an inch or two larger than her - but Snarl could see ribs hiding under thick fur, smell the lingering scent of hunger and desperation - Fucking disgusting. Let her muzzle curl, tips of teeth showing, as they laughed. Revolting. She hated that jeering sound, digging holes into her ears, practically begging the hyena to lunge.
Conceded to the fur on her back, stopped caring as it half-rose, marking a black-tipped, patchy mohawk. Kept her face only half as disgusted as she truly was, let a heavy breath rumble out of her throat at the spotted other, the beginnings of a growl she wouldn't let herself fulfill.
Aurum was practically rubbing himself all over the spotted hyena - glanced towards Leroy, coming out of his hole for once, greeting her with familiar eyes. She'd come too recently to have known Vathmos. Hmph. Let out a snort.
Gears in her mind turned of their own volition, as she spoke of her origin. Wrinkled her nose further. Later, when she found herself alone, she might stop to reflect that her reaction was a great dose of ironic. Now, however, was not the time. Narrowed amber eyes, flicked her ear - the right one.
"A Bit. Best be on, when you're done." She held no real authority - especially with the two highest ranked in Tanglewood greeting her happily - but she spoke nonetheless. Fine. Let her saunter in, catch up with her 'friends', catch a meal. Fine. But Snarl couldn't take having that reek wander about their clan, indefinitely.
"Assumin' you can hold your word, Maken-Kimel." The Gnille slipped off her tongue, already brash accent thickening to accommodate the words.
Snorted and flicked her ear again, willed the ridge along her back to flatten. Didn't acknowledge the others, simply walked forwards, past the hyena's side - opposite from Aurum - and continued through the forest, only slightly outside the confines of their territory.
Spat a word, an insult, simply a statement of fact, near Vathmos' ear, as she passed. Quiet enough that the others wouldn't have been able to hear without straining their ears.
[color=red] "Vekkteman."
Snarl's outward emotions were on lockdown, as she stared down the other hyena. Sure, the other was an inch or two larger than her - but Snarl could see ribs hiding under thick fur, smell the lingering scent of hunger and desperation - Fucking disgusting. Let her muzzle curl, tips of teeth showing, as they laughed. Revolting. She hated that jeering sound, digging holes into her ears, practically begging the hyena to lunge.
Conceded to the fur on her back, stopped caring as it half-rose, marking a black-tipped, patchy mohawk. Kept her face only half as disgusted as she truly was, let a heavy breath rumble out of her throat at the spotted other, the beginnings of a growl she wouldn't let herself fulfill.
Aurum was practically rubbing himself all over the spotted hyena - glanced towards Leroy, coming out of his hole for once, greeting her with familiar eyes. She'd come too recently to have known Vathmos. Hmph. Let out a snort.
Gears in her mind turned of their own volition, as she spoke of her origin. Wrinkled her nose further. Later, when she found herself alone, she might stop to reflect that her reaction was a great dose of ironic. Now, however, was not the time. Narrowed amber eyes, flicked her ear - the right one.
"A Bit. Best be on, when you're done." She held no real authority - especially with the two highest ranked in Tanglewood greeting her happily - but she spoke nonetheless. Fine. Let her saunter in, catch up with her 'friends', catch a meal. Fine. But Snarl couldn't take having that reek wander about their clan, indefinitely.
"Assumin' you can hold your word, Maken-Kimel." The Gnille slipped off her tongue, already brash accent thickening to accommodate the words.
Snorted and flicked her ear again, willed the ridge along her back to flatten. Didn't acknowledge the others, simply walked forwards, past the hyena's side - opposite from Aurum - and continued through the forest, only slightly outside the confines of their territory.
Spat a word, an insult, simply a statement of fact, near Vathmos' ear, as she passed. Quiet enough that the others wouldn't have been able to hear without straining their ears.
[color=red] "Vekkteman."
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