It’s true. He wanted to get a rise out of her. Sue him. He’d pushed her little buttons and gotten exactly what he wished for. But you know what they say about that, be careful... and all that other bullcrap. What he hadn’t expected was that she’d push his buttons right back. He can hear her splash around behind him, drag herself slowly back to shore. Zeik smirks, considering it a win. But then she opens her mouth and his smirk disappears quicker than he can shift (and for him that’s pretty damn fast.) His head snaps to the side so he can look back at her, a heaving wet mess of tangled mane and spitfire. His own ears fall and he swings around to face her, teeth baring in a rude imitation of her.
“Don’t flatter yourself, princess.” He spits, ears burying themselves while he draws his head up to loom down at her. “Why would I waste my time on a drowning rat who’s so far up her own asshole she can’t even accept the fact that someone’s trying to save her life?” He shakes his head, disgusted by the sight of her. Who did she think she was? Running around the beach doling out accusations like she knew him. Like she had suffered more than anyone else had ever suffered before. If he could spit, he would.
Instead he glares, letting his anger get the better of him in the moment. “You want to kill yourself so badly, go ahead, be my guest. Hell, I’ll even hold you under.” He’s shaking, trembling from the effort of holding back a sharp bite to her wrinkled nose. He thinks about shifting and clawing her in the face, but that won’t do any good. Instead he turns away from her and continues to tread back to shore, regretting even looking twice at her. He thinks he could possibly explode if he has to face another second arguing with someone so thick-skulled. “You know what you are?” He says, stopping suddenly in his tracks before turning back to look at her one more time.
“Just a spoiled rotten brat who never grew up.” Without thinking, the roan pulls a quick rear and throws himself back down, hooves displacing the seawater in her direction. Childish, he supposes, but maybe it’ll douse her snarky attitude.
Everything we are and used to be is buried and gone