02-17-2020, 01:19 AM
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Snarl had a feeling. She knew Tanglewood's clientele. She knew they didn't take kindly to fighting; all naive in thinking issues could be solved strictly peacefully. Knew something was going to happen, as she heard the dog call out for a meetin. Or, at least, that something should happen - though Leroy was better than Crow, somewhere in her still expected a lack of action.
She didn't hurry to arrive. Sipped at the last of her drink, took her time finishing it. Something should happen. Not rightfully, but it should. She saw Aurum's reaction, knew he'd tie Leroy along. Knew the lion was wrapped around Vathmos' fingers. Saw how he begged to let her hurt him. Saw how he'd barely think any wrong of her, simple disappointment. It made Snarl sick. But Aurum's being deluded wasn't her problem. She couldn't change his mind, even if she wanted to. She knew how those like Vathmos operated. He was wound too tight. It'd be fruitless to try.
Finally, finally, took a deep breath and stood up. Cracked her neck, paced towards the boundary of the meeting. Held her head high. Listened. Let her eyes lull half-closed, as if bored, as if she didn't, couldn't care, about what the dog said. Not in the slightest. Measured her breaths - not too long, not too short. Swished her tail idly, as if this was just another meeting.
Stared directly at Leroy. Didn't break eye contact, scarcely blinked as his expression sullened. As he worked up the courage to say the next words. Almost daring, hidden behind a lazed persona. Didn't drop it, as he finally spoke.
He actually did something. Part of the hyena wanted to be surprised. Part of her wanted to sink into anger, let it envelop her - Snarl being punished, for wanting to protect her fire. Snarl being punished even though Vathmos attacked her friend. Even though Vathmos fucking electrocuted him.
She bit her tongue - literally. Didn't drop her gaze, swishes her tail once - the only outward reaction to the news how she scratched at her wrist. The facade was nearly too still, too unreactive.
She stayed where she sat - near the edge of the crowd, but not on the outskirts, careful not to skulk. If Leroy had more to say to her, he will say it to her face. If he has an issue, he will make it known, and Snarl will make it known what exactly Vathmos has done. She will leave No uncertainty, she may even make it clear just how lucky Vathmos was that Aurum was there to protect her.
SNARL
Snarl had a feeling. She knew Tanglewood's clientele. She knew they didn't take kindly to fighting; all naive in thinking issues could be solved strictly peacefully. Knew something was going to happen, as she heard the dog call out for a meetin. Or, at least, that something should happen - though Leroy was better than Crow, somewhere in her still expected a lack of action.
She didn't hurry to arrive. Sipped at the last of her drink, took her time finishing it. Something should happen. Not rightfully, but it should. She saw Aurum's reaction, knew he'd tie Leroy along. Knew the lion was wrapped around Vathmos' fingers. Saw how he begged to let her hurt him. Saw how he'd barely think any wrong of her, simple disappointment. It made Snarl sick. But Aurum's being deluded wasn't her problem. She couldn't change his mind, even if she wanted to. She knew how those like Vathmos operated. He was wound too tight. It'd be fruitless to try.
Finally, finally, took a deep breath and stood up. Cracked her neck, paced towards the boundary of the meeting. Held her head high. Listened. Let her eyes lull half-closed, as if bored, as if she didn't, couldn't care, about what the dog said. Not in the slightest. Measured her breaths - not too long, not too short. Swished her tail idly, as if this was just another meeting.
Stared directly at Leroy. Didn't break eye contact, scarcely blinked as his expression sullened. As he worked up the courage to say the next words. Almost daring, hidden behind a lazed persona. Didn't drop it, as he finally spoke.
He actually did something. Part of the hyena wanted to be surprised. Part of her wanted to sink into anger, let it envelop her - Snarl being punished, for wanting to protect her fire. Snarl being punished even though Vathmos attacked her friend. Even though Vathmos fucking electrocuted him.
She bit her tongue - literally. Didn't drop her gaze, swishes her tail once - the only outward reaction to the news how she scratched at her wrist. The facade was nearly too still, too unreactive.
She stayed where she sat - near the edge of the crowd, but not on the outskirts, careful not to skulk. If Leroy had more to say to her, he will say it to her face. If he has an issue, he will make it known, and Snarl will make it known what exactly Vathmos has done. She will leave No uncertainty, she may even make it clear just how lucky Vathmos was that Aurum was there to protect her.
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