01-09-2020, 10:47 PM
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Kaz. A new name. He offered it, so it is what Snarl will use. She gave a short nod, repeated the name. Flashed a grin, fished out Crowley's bottle and took herself another swig. Years had earned her a tolerance, but this was some good shit. The hyena felt a slight warm blooming in her chest. Not nearly drunk yet - but even if Aurum hadn't seen her actively drinking, he likely would have been able to smell it on her. Still, though, her feet were steady.
"We're fine, 's the point I was makin', Aurum. Don't need t' worry 'bout us." Flexed her whiskers as the flames curled back into the fire. He worries too much. Fine, he could worry all he wants - but if the lion intends to keep messing with her flame? He wouldn't be here much longer. She snorted to accentuate her mental point.
"Alcohol burns well, n' if ya know how to work it's mighty fine t'use. Trust me, Aurum. Know wha'm doing. Stay here, sure, but don't assume I can't keep my flames in check. Don't thinka messin' with em. " Her stare was deadpan, getting a little more serious, orange eyes fixing on Aurum's blue. Just a little challenge, to spice up the night. Broke her pause with a flashed grin, glanced towards Kaz to make sure he didn't fall into her fire.
Her grin soured again as a scent broke through the smoke, toothy smile turned into a wrinkling nose, the beginnings of a rumble of her throat. She drowned it out with another swig, dropped the bottle down with perhaps less care than she should. Of all the things to deal with. The hyena snorted again, fixed her gaze on the approaching offender. Of Ka Mahen. Eugh. She wrinkled her nose at the beast. Saddling next to Snarl's friend. Drooling, panting despite the winter chill. Laughing.
That fucking laugh.
Snarl hated it. Pierced her ears, an off tune giggle, like she witnessed the most hilarious thing.
Vied for pity from Aurum with her pant. Made herself look half dead, dying from heat stroke until he gave her kind words. Gave her attention. No different than others. It disgusted her. Wrinkled her nose, again. Didn't try and hide the distaste that took hold of her voice. Snarl didn't much care who came to her fires, but this was a special occasion.
"If you're that hot, you should go. Far from the fire's colder. Less people to bother, Maken-Kimel."
Kaz. A new name. He offered it, so it is what Snarl will use. She gave a short nod, repeated the name. Flashed a grin, fished out Crowley's bottle and took herself another swig. Years had earned her a tolerance, but this was some good shit. The hyena felt a slight warm blooming in her chest. Not nearly drunk yet - but even if Aurum hadn't seen her actively drinking, he likely would have been able to smell it on her. Still, though, her feet were steady.
"We're fine, 's the point I was makin', Aurum. Don't need t' worry 'bout us." Flexed her whiskers as the flames curled back into the fire. He worries too much. Fine, he could worry all he wants - but if the lion intends to keep messing with her flame? He wouldn't be here much longer. She snorted to accentuate her mental point.
"Alcohol burns well, n' if ya know how to work it's mighty fine t'use. Trust me, Aurum. Know wha'm doing. Stay here, sure, but don't assume I can't keep my flames in check. Don't thinka messin' with em. " Her stare was deadpan, getting a little more serious, orange eyes fixing on Aurum's blue. Just a little challenge, to spice up the night. Broke her pause with a flashed grin, glanced towards Kaz to make sure he didn't fall into her fire.
Her grin soured again as a scent broke through the smoke, toothy smile turned into a wrinkling nose, the beginnings of a rumble of her throat. She drowned it out with another swig, dropped the bottle down with perhaps less care than she should. Of all the things to deal with. The hyena snorted again, fixed her gaze on the approaching offender. Of Ka Mahen. Eugh. She wrinkled her nose at the beast. Saddling next to Snarl's friend. Drooling, panting despite the winter chill. Laughing.
That fucking laugh.
Snarl hated it. Pierced her ears, an off tune giggle, like she witnessed the most hilarious thing.
Vied for pity from Aurum with her pant. Made herself look half dead, dying from heat stroke until he gave her kind words. Gave her attention. No different than others. It disgusted her. Wrinkled her nose, again. Didn't try and hide the distaste that took hold of her voice. Snarl didn't much care who came to her fires, but this was a special occasion.
"If you're that hot, you should go. Far from the fire's colder. Less people to bother, Maken-Kimel."
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