03-23-2020, 07:08 PM
I won't be making him regret things, I can see that now. Stubbornness ripples from born our hides almost tangibly, and I'm tempted to see exactly how much it would take to get his attention properly. It's a fools errand, though, one I've attempted before with a different lizard and it didn't end well for me then either.
That's when the cold seeps into my bones, the weight of the lance in my chest suddenly heavy and very real. It's not worth it. Not worth trying to reason and rationalize with someone I know listen and that I Havre no purpose to try with anyway. It won't get me anywhere.
My lips press into a hard line as he speaks, my eyes as far away as the sky. "Fine," the simple, single word is spat out with little feeling or force. I regard him coolly, a long moment where I try to find the stallion in the beast and fail. What else could I expect though? I have known them long enough, have see enough to no longer be surprised with the selfish nature of dragons. And perhaps it's worn off on me a bit. Or perhaps I've always been selfish, and that's what drew me to them in the first place. Either way, I know there's no winning between us.
My head dips in an exaggerated bow, the too-slim curve of my crest arching gracefully even as I mock everything about this meeting. The assurance that he's glad i look better feels like a slap in the face, like a lie meant only to placate my wrath. My smile is icy when I lift my head again, unyielding to the little voice that whispers that I am the unreasonable one. It doesn't matter, not really. I don't plan on interacting with him beyond this moment.
"If that will be all?" I asked thinly, brow arched. "Then I'll be off. I'm sure you've got a busy day of looking for mares to murder ahead of you. Don't let me hold you up." Despite everything, despite my own physical weakness, despite the sharp teeth and rigid claws staring me down, I can't hold back the need to be derisive. Its one tiny act of defiance that says I'm not beat yet. Not yet.
@[Leilan]
That's when the cold seeps into my bones, the weight of the lance in my chest suddenly heavy and very real. It's not worth it. Not worth trying to reason and rationalize with someone I know listen and that I Havre no purpose to try with anyway. It won't get me anywhere.
My lips press into a hard line as he speaks, my eyes as far away as the sky. "Fine," the simple, single word is spat out with little feeling or force. I regard him coolly, a long moment where I try to find the stallion in the beast and fail. What else could I expect though? I have known them long enough, have see enough to no longer be surprised with the selfish nature of dragons. And perhaps it's worn off on me a bit. Or perhaps I've always been selfish, and that's what drew me to them in the first place. Either way, I know there's no winning between us.
My head dips in an exaggerated bow, the too-slim curve of my crest arching gracefully even as I mock everything about this meeting. The assurance that he's glad i look better feels like a slap in the face, like a lie meant only to placate my wrath. My smile is icy when I lift my head again, unyielding to the little voice that whispers that I am the unreasonable one. It doesn't matter, not really. I don't plan on interacting with him beyond this moment.
"If that will be all?" I asked thinly, brow arched. "Then I'll be off. I'm sure you've got a busy day of looking for mares to murder ahead of you. Don't let me hold you up." Despite everything, despite my own physical weakness, despite the sharp teeth and rigid claws staring me down, I can't hold back the need to be derisive. Its one tiny act of defiance that says I'm not beat yet. Not yet.
@[Leilan]