01-17-2020, 02:04 AM
“I don’t remember asking how you were doing, Sabbath.” Nish pulls a face, mocking her. There’s nothing between them but empty space, no witnesses besides the birds in the nearby trees and they won’t sing songs of her demise if he demands them not to—they know, you see. Especially the crows. Their ancestors saw what creature did to one of their own and they passed the legend down from one hatchling to another.
He would eat them, too.
But she’s interesting enough he doesn’t want to eat her. Besides, he enjoys the way she looks when she draws herself up like a viper. Running his black tongue along his fangs, he supposes if he annoys her enough he might be able to get her to do it again and she won’t be none the wiser as to what he’s up to. There’s a hitch in his plans, however, when Sabbath doesn’t seem the least bit phased by his boorishness.
In fact, he swivels his ears forwards and listens close when she answers his question rather personally. Nish is so stunned when she shoots back a question of her own that he almost forgets it’s his turn to speak. It’s never happened this way, you see. They’re usually angry with him or falling at his feet within the first few minutes of them meeting.
This one?
She takes it all in stride, fully capable of holding her own and holding a conversation.
It’s… a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one.
“Tarnished,” he offers, clearing his throat after the long pause. It’s been a while, though, so he figures she might not know what he’s giving her. “Tarnished, or Nish, is my name.”
“As for this?” Nish grins again, trying to regain some of his composure. He could have—should have—been nice and answered her just as sincerely as she did him, but alas. It is not in his nature to drop his pride and let a total stranger in. “I might end up telling you if you don’t bore me.”
And then, without warning, she spit venom in his eyes.
He would eat them, too.
But she’s interesting enough he doesn’t want to eat her. Besides, he enjoys the way she looks when she draws herself up like a viper. Running his black tongue along his fangs, he supposes if he annoys her enough he might be able to get her to do it again and she won’t be none the wiser as to what he’s up to. There’s a hitch in his plans, however, when Sabbath doesn’t seem the least bit phased by his boorishness.
In fact, he swivels his ears forwards and listens close when she answers his question rather personally. Nish is so stunned when she shoots back a question of her own that he almost forgets it’s his turn to speak. It’s never happened this way, you see. They’re usually angry with him or falling at his feet within the first few minutes of them meeting.
This one?
She takes it all in stride, fully capable of holding her own and holding a conversation.
It’s… a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one.
“Tarnished,” he offers, clearing his throat after the long pause. It’s been a while, though, so he figures she might not know what he’s giving her. “Tarnished, or Nish, is my name.”
“As for this?” Nish grins again, trying to regain some of his composure. He could have—should have—been nice and answered her just as sincerely as she did him, but alas. It is not in his nature to drop his pride and let a total stranger in. “I might end up telling you if you don’t bore me.”
And then, without warning, she spit venom in his eyes.
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