Jesper
05-29-2018, 08:38 PM
Jesper holds his smirk and, his hot stare as Astarael halts in front of him. Aquamarine gaze does not falter from hers for a second. Of course, she did not fear him. But, he did not fear her either. Lobes unflatten and, instead prick forwards in interest. She may have heard what he said but, she sure as hell did not listen. He would very much like to wipe that grin off of her face; knock some sense into her deranged mind. He toys with the idea of lunging at her, teeth bared and, maw agape. He would aim for the bridge of her nose and, clamp her nostrils down hard. He wanted to cut off the air supply to her crazed mind. Alas, he would not sink to her level. Truth be told, she is just another minion of the clown's. His true battle is with Morty though, he had observed that the king never fought his own battles. He just sent one soldier after another to do his bidding. Some may think he is smart but, Jesper just considers him to be weak.
As for the dark chocolate demoness before him, he had said more than enough. Sigh passes through flared nostrils before poll shakes, as if, literally, ridding his thinker-box of the negative thoughts. She thought she knew his motives. She thought she knew Brennen. She could presume all she would like. He would indulge her no longer. He had warned her. He would look forward to the day when Ischia, and her allies, took a stand against evil. With a defiant snort, right in her face, Jesper shifts his weight onto his heels. He pivots one hundred and eighty degrees and, with a violent snap of his tail against his haunch and, without a single word, the ebony stallion takes up a light canter. He does not gallop away in haste. He does not move as if to flee. He does not retreat. She could think whatever she would like but, quite simply, he did not have to waste his time.
As for the dark chocolate demoness before him, he had said more than enough. Sigh passes through flared nostrils before poll shakes, as if, literally, ridding his thinker-box of the negative thoughts. She thought she knew his motives. She thought she knew Brennen. She could presume all she would like. He would indulge her no longer. He had warned her. He would look forward to the day when Ischia, and her allies, took a stand against evil. With a defiant snort, right in her face, Jesper shifts his weight onto his heels. He pivots one hundred and eighty degrees and, with a violent snap of his tail against his haunch and, without a single word, the ebony stallion takes up a light canter. He does not gallop away in haste. He does not move as if to flee. He does not retreat. She could think whatever she would like but, quite simply, he did not have to waste his time.
jesper
carnage x bethanie
@[Astarael]
I am not sure where the confusion came in. Jesper was not implying she was currently acting out of fear/she felt the effects of her own aura. He was observing that her reason for seeking this lifestyle (cursed and, in Sylva) was to mask the rejection she received from Brennen.
In case it isn't clear in this post, he is taking the high road and, leaving her to her thoughts.