04-13-2016, 12:19 PM
AND ABANDON, THAT GREETS YOU IN THE NIGHT WITH SNAKE EYES, THE MOST PRECIOUS KIND.
Wyrm has always been inherently brutal. Savagery is bred into him, it thrums in his veins. His ability to change even his molecular structure doesn’t help to cull his natural pride, but it turns out that every super villain has a weakness. Josselyn puts on a good show, he’ll give her that. With her head risen high and her tongue wagging in his direction he almost feels the need to grow fangs and snatch it right out of her petulant mouth. He doesn’t because he knows that he’s gotten to her, worked his way beneath her skin and touched on a nerve that she’d previously been trying to hide. In her folly, she’d given him priceless information: unbeknownst to him at the time, of course, but valuable nonetheless.
Princesses shouldn’t be wandering out by themselves.
As her smile fades to a frown Wyrm can’t help but grin in his simple victory. “Ha!” He thinks, proud to find out that she was indeed a Falls tree-hugger. Just like her, to pout and rant about his rudeness. As her accusations fly the emerald colt can only roll his eyes, huffing with mild irritation at the tears that threaten to spill over. He’d accomplished his goal - no use in having a blubbering baby to talk to. “Stop that, right now.” He tells her sourly, ears falling against his skull with distaste. He’d never cried (not that he could remember anyhow) and he certainly wasn’t about to deal with someone else doing it now. “What kind of royal princess cries?” He questions, tail flicking at his heels. With a sigh he mutters under his breath, gnawing on his cheek with the loathsome thought of what he’s about to do.
The colt changes colors - prominent emerald flashes to white, and then bright circles of annoying purples, pinks, and blues pop up everywhere on his coat. He looks idiotic and positively like an equine clown. He’s not sure if it’ll make her feel better, but he feels almost as dumb as he looks. “There,” He mumbles, “Happy now?” The bitter resentment still clear on his face. Quickly now he changes back, sighing with relief that the moment is over. “Besides, I can’t swim at all, so that’s one thing you’ve got that I can’t do.”
Princesses shouldn’t be wandering out by themselves.
As her smile fades to a frown Wyrm can’t help but grin in his simple victory. “Ha!” He thinks, proud to find out that she was indeed a Falls tree-hugger. Just like her, to pout and rant about his rudeness. As her accusations fly the emerald colt can only roll his eyes, huffing with mild irritation at the tears that threaten to spill over. He’d accomplished his goal - no use in having a blubbering baby to talk to. “Stop that, right now.” He tells her sourly, ears falling against his skull with distaste. He’d never cried (not that he could remember anyhow) and he certainly wasn’t about to deal with someone else doing it now. “What kind of royal princess cries?” He questions, tail flicking at his heels. With a sigh he mutters under his breath, gnawing on his cheek with the loathsome thought of what he’s about to do.
The colt changes colors - prominent emerald flashes to white, and then bright circles of annoying purples, pinks, and blues pop up everywhere on his coat. He looks idiotic and positively like an equine clown. He’s not sure if it’ll make her feel better, but he feels almost as dumb as he looks. “There,” He mumbles, “Happy now?” The bitter resentment still clear on his face. Quickly now he changes back, sighing with relief that the moment is over. “Besides, I can’t swim at all, so that’s one thing you’ve got that I can’t do.”