Damn it all to hell. Grimm felt lost. He hated feeling like he had taken a wrong turn somewhere, but he had. He had to have, anyway.
He looked around him, noticing the sunset was beginning to turn to darkness. He was running out of time to find shelter for the evening.
He was tired, the travels having taken a great deal out of the good knight. He had finally helped the white and blue cheeton to find soemwhere to stay,
and now it was his turn. The jungle wasn't the place for him, but she would be protected under the cover of the treetops. He hoped anyway.. He didn't want anything
to happen to the sweet girl. She was shy, but she was a good girl. He sighed. Perhaps it would have been wise to stay in the jungle until daybreak. But he hadn't
expected to be walking still when the darkness threatened the sky.
Crue was bored. He had killed a young leopardess only hours before. It had soothed his bloodlust, and his anger at the yellow female and the black male that had pissed him off.
Lucky, for the silver leopard he had spotted. Maybe not so lucky that the leopard caught his attention when he was merely bored. He was a bit sadistic when bored. But hten again
he was usually always sadistic. He stood rather quickly, stretching out his body so that he was prepared for hte encounter.
"Looking for something?" He asked, his voice like nails on a chalkboard when he was bored. It was if he was a drone, and clearly nothing amused him.
"I'm looking for shelter. But no matter, I can find something. Please, return to your work." The silver leopard responded, and went to head back on his way. Though the black and red striped
lion jumped in front of him.
"Come ooon. We could have fun you and I." He said, his eyes dark and yet playful. It was almost a look a cat might give a mouse. It was a look Grimm wasn't appreciating. He frowned, and growled
lowly.
"I won't ask you to step away again, lion. I am in no mood and I am not as small as I seem." Him being a leopard, he was naturally smaller than the lion. But hte leopard had a thick group of muscles,
and he was quicker on his paws. Honestly Crue could kill him, if he managed to get hold of him. Which was harder than it would seem.
"What would you do to me, leopard?" He asked, spitting out the word leopard as if it was a vile tasting object. "Would you really risk such a pretty pelt to try and stop me if I didn't want to?" He asked,
taunting him. Crue really was just taunting him. If he had wanted him dead the thread alone wuold have set him off. But he was having fun pretending. He was a bit of a wild card lately.
Grimm was silent for a moment. His pink eyes glittering with the idea of hurting this male for his words. But he really didn't want to fight. He was tired, no where near his best. He needed sleep, maybe a meal,
and then this would be a better fight. But he was already at a disadvantage in size. He didn't want to truly seal his fate being the hero.
"You think you are so tough. You are a villain, and of that you are proud. But being the villain isn't the hard part. It's the easy way out. It's being good, and doing work for nothing at all, that is the hard task.
I don't have to do anything to you. You have already done it to yourself." The leopard spoke in a strong, s mooth voice. He was clearly unafraid of dying, but he wasn't going to initiate it if he could help it.
Crue growled. His eyes narrowing as he looked at the leopard. He spoke words that were bringing the anger right back. But Crue had killed today, and the anger didn't activate his bloodlust. It just reaally pissed him off.
"Look here. If you don't shut your mouth. I will shut it permanently. As it was, I was playing around with you. If I had wanted you dead, believe me boy, you would be dead. You should be careful who you talk to like that. You
are no saint. You are stupid. That is the difference between us here. I won't do something for nothing, I wont be unappreciated and abandoned by the world in the end. I will be worshipped, and feared." The male answered strongly,
through gritted teeth.
The leopard hissed, his ears flicking back as his claws unsheathed. It was true, he was no saint. He could be angered, and he was being angered right now. He had simply wanted to walk away, and this male had denied him. Now he was
playing defensive, and leaving Grimm feeling a bit unstable.
"If you want to be left alone, then get out of my way. I am not here to fight but I will not hesitate. Do not mistake me for a coward. I am not afraid to fight you." His voice, too, was strong. He spoke with conviction, and there
was something in his eyes that was believable.
Crue snorted, backing away a little and growling. "You could not survive against a battle with me, pest. Make no mistake on that. I will leave you be. But only because I've killed another of your species only hours ago. I feel you can
continue life, knowing that." A cruel smile curled on the males lips and he chuckled before sauntering off in a proud fashion. He didn't have to kill all he came across, but they would damn well remember him. Of that he was sure.
Grimm frowned as the other walked off, and he was happy that he could continue on his way. But he was really sour at how the evening had turned out. He hated others like that, and he didn't think he would ever stop hating them.
