Guillotina was tired of walking. Her paws were all worn and her nails scuffed. She hadn't even eaten much either and was getting hungry. Her nose was still swollen and it put her in a bad mood.
guillotina heard a porcupine ahead. She wished Milton was here so she could make him hunt it for her. She was really hungry and sick of being on her own. She sighed loudly as she scratched at an itch. Maybe Milton could help her get this porcupine so she could eat.
mahler had opted not to carry on in the eastward direction; he would come back to it. for now, the brutish thing had stayed cloistered in the redwood, hunting when he felt compelled, and slumbering otherwise. the enjoyment of solitude was warm within him; he suspected the small and fierce woman to which he was odd doppelgänger would not be alone. and while mahler wished to join her, he desired also not to be surrounded by the clamour of new faces.
today, the man's hunt was distracted by the scratching of quills, coupled with the longer, brisk movements of wolfkind. the shadows broke across his variegated figure; the loner watched the pale creature settle to groom, glancing between the stranger and the spiked mammal. in time, mahler stepped forward until he was visible, tongue sweeping his lips as he regarded his fellow curiously, but said nothing.
Guillotina hummed as she waited for Milton. She was really itchy, she blamed the rabbit. It probably had fleas as well as worms. Great, now she had to deal with grooming her flawless fur more often becaus Milton was inconsiderate and didn't even get her a flea free rabbit. She sighed. It was a sign of the times, it really was, because it was so hard to get competent help these days. All these millenials wantinf free hand outs and free handjobs and eating too much avocado toast. No wonder they were homeless, just like Milton. Typical stupid millenial making the rest of the world look bad with their terrible haircuts and even worse fashion choices. Really she had met sewer rats with better taste.
Guillotina looked up because she got a tingle in her back like someone was watching her. Someone was watching her too. At first she thought this guy was Mildred but he was quiet. Mildred was like Milton and couldn't even keep her mouth shut for two seconds which was exactly how long Guillotina had noticed Mahler staring at her like a creep. This guy looked a little different than Mildred too so couldn't be her. He honestly looked like a sad sack. Like a bag of potatoes left out to rot and someone ran it over a few times and forgot about it and then it rained a lot. He looked like the kind of guy that was in an antidepressant commercial, warning you that you weren't living life to the fullest and that if you just ate a pill you really would be better and you'd instantly be attractive despite your shitty personality, and you'd have a cute girlfriend and a nice designer dog that never pissed or shit in your house that was always neatly kept like no one ever lived in it, tastefully arranged and decorated by some single white mom that had devoted all of her passion into designing because her marriage was a joke and her kids were living dumpster fires.
Honestly he just looked like a soggy cigarette that someone discarded in a filthy New York street puddle. That made Guillotina feel a little sad for him so she smiled sweetly. His eyes weren't bad. Not as sad as the rest of him. "Like what you see?" she smiled a wolf smile. Of course he liked what he saw, because she looked like a goddamn fairy princess next to Cigarette-Sadsack.
i just cried lmfao
mahler could not have read the scathing way in which he was being assessed, for as soon as he had caught the eye of the pale creature, he turned away, stifling a sharp sigh of annoyance. interaction with any sort of invidual was not something the musiker greatly enjoyed, but, granted by the continued pressure of the wolfess' gaze upon him, she would—
the wretched gargoyle blinked, for her question was not one the man found easily decipherable. was he to tell her she was attractive despite the fact he had not spared more than a fleeting glance into a face he found rather smug? it was not a concept mahler appreciated in the least. "do you?" he rejoined in a monotone, though now his ears had swept forward with a vague intrigue.
:)
Guillotina gasped as he looked away in annoyance. That was not the reaction she was used to getting and it made her very offended. Really, how rude! Judging by his appearance she was the nicest thing he had ever seen in his life and he LOOKED AWAY?!
GUillotina swore an oath she would not let this slight go, but she smoothed over her features while his head was turned away and waited smilingly for him to respond. He did, by deflecting.. sadly, GUillotina loved talking about herself and lit up next to Sadsack with a smug smile. "of course not, but that's because you're like a two, and i'm like a ten. It'd be beneath me to like what I see. What the hell is wrong with you, you get dumped recently or something?" Guillotina looked at him expectantly and wondered after her word choice because while it was believable he was the type to be routinely dumped, him even having someone in which to do the dumping seemed wildly preposterous.
mahler regarded his companion with a rapidly growing sense of dismay uncoiling like a parasite in his belly. he wanted no more than to be immediately shut of her, but propriety demanded he not simply turn and walk away. her scorn bit at him like a lash, and though mahler felt he had nothing for which to be ashamed, guilt had begun to creep along his spine.
"no," the gargoyle rejoined, more abruptly than before. wanting to echo his earlier sentiment of did you? but cognizant he would only be mocked for it, mahler straightened. "vhere you hunting?"
it was a question in which he envisioned his freedom; no meant mahler could state he was hunting, and continue, while yes suggested he should graciously leave her to it. rather relieved, he settled the cool lilac of his stare on the woman and waited.