11-25-2020, 11:34 PM
She's in no mood for self-reflection, as evidenced by the notably unhorse-like snarl that curls in her throat, by the way the shadows clinging to her skin lash out angrily. Always in the way. Yes, she can fully believe that this man spends his entire life in someone's way, with a cocky smile and a flippant remark, and, she thinks, barely listening to what he is saying, that it's a wonder he hasn't been killed long before now. And unfortunate, because then he wouldn't be here to stop her on her search for her missing Magician. Remembering how the grullo mare blinked and sent Brennen away without a word reawakens the icy panic in her belly, with its cold, cold tendrils that grip at her heart and her throat and makes breathing so hard.
She's drowning again, in a sea of rage and guilt and hate, and she slaps away the life preserver @[Cassian] throws her. Her pride will save her, and her spite. Of course she cares. If anything, she cares too much, has thrown herself against giants and immutable rock faces over and over, and if every time she's failed, well, it isn't because she didn't care, it's because she wasn't fast enough, wasn't good enough. For him to even suggest otherwise...
Her anger is almost enough to melt the ice in her breast and even though he's let himself be shoved roughly to one side of the road, she still considers pulling out her claws and tearing his black skin to pieces purely to soothe the wretched bitterness she is nursing with his blood. Perhaps only a few stripes. She steps towards him again, intent on the shift, when his voice drops suggestively and his words freeze her in place.
What?
"What?" The word hisses out before she can stop it.
Is he-- What exactly is he suggesting? Furious and scandalized, Beryl bares her teeth, brown eyes wide. "I-- What? Aaargh!" She reels back from him, with a growl that becomes a squeal, consternation written across her face and in the mad snapping of her tail.
"Before..." She keeps the facade of outrage like an expert, but her voice catches, rattled. She had been prepared for him to fight back, she had been prepared for him to fall away in the face of her excessive aggression, but she had not, somehow, been prepared for his insinuations. And perhaps she should have been, yet somehow Leilan's adopted daughter managed to grow up without a sense of humor. When her eyes find Cassian's, fury has been replaced with horror and the darkness ripples close to her again, making her nearly invisible in the dappled shade where they have stopped just off the forest trail. Her pointed teeth are still bared, clenched like prison bars, her name trapped behind them, unspoken.
Perhaps she won't kill him, won't touch him again. Perhaps she will just go. And she certainly will not be giving him her name.
"Don't be disgusting."
Absolutely not.
She's drowning again, in a sea of rage and guilt and hate, and she slaps away the life preserver @[Cassian] throws her. Her pride will save her, and her spite. Of course she cares. If anything, she cares too much, has thrown herself against giants and immutable rock faces over and over, and if every time she's failed, well, it isn't because she didn't care, it's because she wasn't fast enough, wasn't good enough. For him to even suggest otherwise...
Her anger is almost enough to melt the ice in her breast and even though he's let himself be shoved roughly to one side of the road, she still considers pulling out her claws and tearing his black skin to pieces purely to soothe the wretched bitterness she is nursing with his blood. Perhaps only a few stripes. She steps towards him again, intent on the shift, when his voice drops suggestively and his words freeze her in place.
What?
"What?" The word hisses out before she can stop it.
Is he-- What exactly is he suggesting? Furious and scandalized, Beryl bares her teeth, brown eyes wide. "I-- What? Aaargh!" She reels back from him, with a growl that becomes a squeal, consternation written across her face and in the mad snapping of her tail.
"Before..." She keeps the facade of outrage like an expert, but her voice catches, rattled. She had been prepared for him to fight back, she had been prepared for him to fall away in the face of her excessive aggression, but she had not, somehow, been prepared for his insinuations. And perhaps she should have been, yet somehow Leilan's adopted daughter managed to grow up without a sense of humor. When her eyes find Cassian's, fury has been replaced with horror and the darkness ripples close to her again, making her nearly invisible in the dappled shade where they have stopped just off the forest trail. Her pointed teeth are still bared, clenched like prison bars, her name trapped behind them, unspoken.
Perhaps she won't kill him, won't touch him again. Perhaps she will just go. And she certainly will not be giving him her name.
"Don't be disgusting."
Absolutely not.