06-13-2020, 11:12 PM
[glow=white,1,400]EVERY FEELING IN MY BONES TELLS ME TO LASH OUT AND TELL YOU TO FUCK OFF ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
So essentially they were marking themselves with warpaint, huh? Made sense, and it vaguely reminded Vigenere of his time in the King's Guard - and when he and Caesar used to play around with grounded-up berries, pretending they were apart of the Guard and what they wore was warpaint. A bittersweet memory, if you will. But one that was unwelcome; Vigenere mentally shook the memory off. Caesar is no longer like that. Obviously. Besides, this was Earth and his home was gone - when was he going to stop living in the past?
Vigenere heard Ivan's comment, but paid no mind to it. One of his ears flicked to show he heard it - and wasn't particularly amused by it, either. But of course, maybe that was his ego talking. Being a veteran didn't mean jack shit here, did it? Especially if he has been so out of practice. While in his thoughts, Vigenere smeared red paint over his fur - once again, being subconsciously reminded of how he and Caesar had done so with berries.
Snarl's taunt amused Vigenere though, to say the least. Despite the demon not particularly liking her that well (her personality reminded him of Caesar), he had to agree with her on that. If this were a real war, there was no use in waiting to choose your opponent - or risk being killed if you do. Without another thought, Vigenere dashed forward - (or well, as much as he could with a limp right now, that is) - and dropped to the ground as he neared [member=8853]SNARL[/member] , trying to skid underneath her. If he was successful, the savannah would try to kick up at her stomach.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
Vigenere heard Ivan's comment, but paid no mind to it. One of his ears flicked to show he heard it - and wasn't particularly amused by it, either. But of course, maybe that was his ego talking. Being a veteran didn't mean jack shit here, did it? Especially if he has been so out of practice. While in his thoughts, Vigenere smeared red paint over his fur - once again, being subconsciously reminded of how he and Caesar had done so with berries.
Snarl's taunt amused Vigenere though, to say the least. Despite the demon not particularly liking her that well (her personality reminded him of Caesar), he had to agree with her on that. If this were a real war, there was no use in waiting to choose your opponent - or risk being killed if you do. Without another thought, Vigenere dashed forward - (or well, as much as he could with a limp right now, that is) - and dropped to the ground as he neared [member=8853]SNARL[/member] , trying to skid underneath her. If he was successful, the savannah would try to kick up at her stomach.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]