Another rotation of the ears laterally in time to catch a loud call. It echoes across the nearly empty meadow, practically echoes within her too, but there is no desire to turn and face the issuer. They weren't there to grab her attention or flag her down; had to be for someone else. And even if it was for her, well, she simply didn't care enough to stop. Doing nothing, including not talking to anyone else, sounded infinitely more appealing and a much better use of her the indefinite free time she now seemed to possess.
The stygian girl doesn't stop, keeps moving forward even as the horned beast pulls up alongside, prattling off some type of thing that sounded remarkably accusatory. She'd done things, instigated things, that might have caused upset for some people so she'd grown used to that type of tone and his delivery is nothing new. The problem she had was with that look of angry disappointment that he didn't bother to try to conceal--now that was something new, something she hadn't seen directed at her before. Whoever he was searching for, she clearly wasn't it and it was displeasing to him.
She only stops because she is forced to as the boy rounds up in front of her, continuing into a circling path outward. But she refuses to meet the unknown color of the glare that threatened to smite her for something she could not control for once. "Not even close," she mutters blandly as if she knowing exactly to who is was referring,. Her head turned to stare expressionless at the circling shark, and she called upon her own shadow to twist into pitch black horns to rest atop her crown in a mirrored image of his own. "I'm like you."
Hawkish yellow eyes peer beneath her matted forelock, expanding and contracting the shadowed appendages subconsciously; a tick she'd acquired when studying a subject. Curious now, because he seemed to be rather relentless, "Who is this 'her'."
@[Drustan] finally I found sib muse <3
The stygian girl doesn't stop, keeps moving forward even as the horned beast pulls up alongside, prattling off some type of thing that sounded remarkably accusatory. She'd done things, instigated things, that might have caused upset for some people so she'd grown used to that type of tone and his delivery is nothing new. The problem she had was with that look of angry disappointment that he didn't bother to try to conceal--now that was something new, something she hadn't seen directed at her before. Whoever he was searching for, she clearly wasn't it and it was displeasing to him.
She only stops because she is forced to as the boy rounds up in front of her, continuing into a circling path outward. But she refuses to meet the unknown color of the glare that threatened to smite her for something she could not control for once. "Not even close," she mutters blandly as if she knowing exactly to who is was referring,. Her head turned to stare expressionless at the circling shark, and she called upon her own shadow to twist into pitch black horns to rest atop her crown in a mirrored image of his own. "I'm like you."
Hawkish yellow eyes peer beneath her matted forelock, expanding and contracting the shadowed appendages subconsciously; a tick she'd acquired when studying a subject. Curious now, because he seemed to be rather relentless, "Who is this 'her'."
@[Drustan] finally I found sib muse <3