01-24-2021, 10:44 PM
Her eyes stared at the struggling lion. He was having a heard time breathing but then again she knew the reason why. After all her teeth had been in his throat. His canine friend was desperate it seemed and was trying to make him get up. But her eyes soon whipped upwards at the voice of another Wanderer as he approached. Brutei. Her claws broke into the cold frozen ground as he talked to her, as if she was some naughty child that needed to be reprimanded. Black began to crawl into the whites of her eyes, the pastel pink slowly deepening. Her muzzle curled lightly as she looked at then other. "Excuse me, I don't remember feeling obligated to tell you anything." Or to tell anyone anything for that matter. Lifting a paw she was about to wipe at her tear stricken face before she heard Gremlin's remark.
His sarcastic voice set her on edge but as he moved closer to her and placed his paw on her own she stiffened. She wasn't used to others caring about her disposition or about her in general. And even if it was fake ir was disarming to the lioness. The pats brought her back to reality and from her dark thoughts and she tried to do as he said. Just breathe. But it was harder than she thought it would be. Everything had crumbled around her. She felt lost, she felt betrayed but worse of all she was just angry and confused. Maybe she was just an overgrown child. The last thing they needed was to be killing each other. It made sense. Finally she lifted a paw and brushed it against her face, fur tinted darker from the moisture. "Yeah, right. Well...he needs medical help. I'm not going to go ballistic on anyone. Just....whatever." The Warmonger was never good with her feelings.
His sarcastic voice set her on edge but as he moved closer to her and placed his paw on her own she stiffened. She wasn't used to others caring about her disposition or about her in general. And even if it was fake ir was disarming to the lioness. The pats brought her back to reality and from her dark thoughts and she tried to do as he said. Just breathe. But it was harder than she thought it would be. Everything had crumbled around her. She felt lost, she felt betrayed but worse of all she was just angry and confused. Maybe she was just an overgrown child. The last thing they needed was to be killing each other. It made sense. Finally she lifted a paw and brushed it against her face, fur tinted darker from the moisture. "Yeah, right. Well...he needs medical help. I'm not going to go ballistic on anyone. Just....whatever." The Warmonger was never good with her feelings.