|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 7:46 am
Craves Rage held her breath, her footfalls feather-light as she drew closer and closer towards the watersnake sunning itself on a rock. Approaching the reptile downwind, the doe had to keep herself from licking her lips in anticipation for her morning's meal. The snake would just be enough as a starter for herself. She would look for something more substantial after the snack. Her own familiar was somewhere in the tree tops, having already ambushed its own prey. She wasn't too concerned about the giant spider suddenly trying to join in for a quick bite.
Movement in the corner of her eye caused her to go stock-still.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 7:47 am
Out of Spite had just snagged a good chunk of meat right out of his familiar's mouth, unconcerned with Backlash's reaction. The caiman had gotten used to its bonded's less-than-polite nature but that didn't mean it had to like it. And Spite knew he named the caiman Backlash for a reason. But the buck didn't dwell too much on what was the inevitable and went about his day, chewing on the meat louder than necessary.
He'd just gotten to wondering where Biter was when he spotted the watersnake lazing about. Spite made no attempt to hide his presence or approach and smirked when the snake opened one eye to stare at him.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 7:49 am
The doe felt her teeth grind in frustration at the buck's arrival. Motherfather, damn it! She was not going to lose out on her morning snack just because some other kin came into the picture. She saw that snake first and even if that wasn't the case, she didn't care. When it became clear the snake was too preoccupied with the buck, Craves saw her chance.
The muscles in her legs bunched tight before she sprung forward and burst through the foliage. She craned her neck, mouth open and ready to snap up the slithering reptile. Except her lips instead closed around empty air.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 7:50 am
The sudden commotion prompted the watersnake to bolt forward and coil around its owner's neck for safety. Not too tightly because it remembered what had happened to it the last time it did that with Spite. Biter turned to hiss and bare its fangs at kimeti doe that nearly slammed into the rock it had been sunning itself on.
Spite, on the other hoof, had a different reaction to his pet. First, he finished chewing his food and swallowed. Second, he gave the doe a lazy, amused smirk when she regained her footing. "Trying to bite off more than you can chew?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 7:52 am
Craves snorted as she narrowed her eyes at the buck. "No, that snake's got barely enough meat on it to be an okay snack." She decided not to address the possibility that she nearly hunted down someone else's pet, and instead settled the feathers around her neck that had ruffled up.
"I know some kin enjoy playing with their food," she began. "I guess wearing it counts as playing too." She let her nose wrinkle in distaste as if to declare she was giving up rights to eating the snake because it now looked a tad too tacky. "No accounting for taste."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 7:53 am
Spite's ears flicked as did his tail. He eyed the doe then he glanced at Biter. He studied his watersnake pet as if this was the first time he'd ever seen it before promptly giving it a lick. "Oh, I don't know about that. Biter here's pretty tasty."
The snake misunderstood its owner's mockery of the doe as a sign of affection and responded in kind with a quick flick of its own tongue against Spite's neck. The glare from the buck had Biter slithering away to hide under a rock until the kimeti's temper cooled down.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 7:55 am
The doe couldn't help herself. She laughed at the display. Then again, Craves wouldn't have bothered trying to help herself in the first place. "I think Biter's more of a Licker. And it licked you good," she grinned none too kindly. "And I think with that, I'll be taking my leave." She didn't ask for his name and the purposeful way she strode away made it clear she wasn't interested in apologizing or acknowledging this ever happened.
She'd managed to take several steps away from the rock when she suddenly found the buck had gone out of his way to get in hers.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 8:03 am
"What's your rush, sweetness?" Spite drawled, leering down at her despite the fact that she looked like she could not only take him on but she could take him down. "You know my pet's name, I think it's only fair I get to know one of yours as well." Truthfully, he couldn't care less about the doe's pets or familiars or their names.
But she didn't have to know that. His leer intensified when the green glow on the doe's chest flared. He was getting a reaction out of her! That was always fun. "Out of Spite's the name. And you are?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 8:04 am
"Craves Rage," she answered. She didn't like his type. The charming act that was so slick as to be oily and left you feeling like you needed to take a bath. The scar on his cheek made her curious how he got that though. Perhaps he was one of the constantly failing types? Always trying to make the does swoon but he's the one who ended up on the ground with a hoof in his face.
"And if you're all Out of Spite, what do you still have? And is it worth anything?" she asked, face serious and brows knitted together in judgment.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 8:06 am
He laughed, hollow and forced, "Oh my sides, I have never heard that one before." The sarcasm just oozed in his voice. He didn't maintain it for long before he reverted to a pleasant, conversational tone. "Craves Rage, huh? I'm sure you're a real hit at all the festivals and tournaments. But I find it odd that you don't so much as bat an eye at giving me your name but haven't given me the name of your pet or familiar."
Spite tilted his head theatrically in thought, "Could it be because you feel some sense of guilt over eating all of them?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 8:07 am
Craves at first looked disinterested in else the buck had to say but then she visibly tensed at his accusation. Her head snapped up to stare into his eyes, the feathers around her neck ruffled in outrage, and her tail lashed violently behind her. "What was that you said?" she spoke the words in a deep whisper, and her eyes narrowed dangerously at Spite as if his next words would determine whether Craves would be painted her hooves with his blood.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 8:07 am
That was not the reaction Spite was expecting. He was expecting her to roll her eyes at him or stare up in a deadpan. He was genuinely surprised that Craves' reaction seemed almost violent. But should he? Her name should have suggested to him that she was looking for any excuse to be angry and he'd just given her the perfect setup.
"Just a thought," he said with a shrug, trying to sound flippant.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 8:08 am
She closed the distance between them in one step, pressing herself up against him with no concern for personal space. "I don't believe you. You know something, don't you? You have some sort of gift from the Motherfather, don't you?" It was her turn to make accusations and her eyes alternated between being wide and crazed or dangerous slants.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 8:09 am
Out of Spite didn't know if he wanted to diffuse the situation or goad her into getting angry –angrier. On the one hoof, this was exactly the sort of response he loved getting from other kin (and does in particular.) On the other hoof, it was way too early in the day to be injured. It boiled down to a choice of cowardice and injury-free or satisfaction and bodily harm.
"The only gift I have is the glory of my company, sweetness. And I would be more than happy to keep on giving."
Bodily harm it is.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 8:11 am
"You think this is funny?" she said through grit teeth, voice so low, practically a growl in her throat. "You, whose name all but begs for retribution, you think it amusing to get under my skin using this notion that I possess remorse over consumption of pets and familiars that bestowed upon me their gift of trust?"
Her eyes were as wide as they could possibly be, flecks of spittle flew in the air as she ranted at him. She pushed at him, kept at him even as he stumbled back and lost his footing. She loomed over him with maddened fury in her gaze.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
