she had planned to be all polite and respectful but, uh, scratch that because she eyed him up right in return. the scarred shape of his swarthy form. planned to look on in his eyes as well but she found only…one. one single amber for an eye. spooky and intriguing.
i sure did.
she offered with a wide grin. you got all the good smells floating around here, hard not to come take a look.
and look she did at the giant valley walls, curved and arched. trees and worn pathways.
who would have thought the one eyed dude would be such a bore.
no,
she settled on dully. i want in.
even if he seemed boring he didn’t appear — based off of scars and his weird approach to her — to be some sort of nurturing leader who wanted to frolic in flowers and pop out a million children when the spring rolled away the snow.
at least…she didn’t think so? a place that stunk of bear and blood probably wasn’t home to that energy.
well, you haven’t rushed me off or said no. you told me i found you, which sounds like you wanted me to. seems like a good start.
head turning to look at him through a squinted gaze as he saw it fit to circle her. he acted like a vulture and she supposed maybe he could be.
what makes you think i’m not good enough to get in?
perhaps a bit presumptuous, certainly a little bold.
she was both of those things.
she reeled from him, his breath hot against the plush of her neck. hated it but whatever.
yeah i can fucking kill. that’s nature or whatever.
a little close to tipping over that whole respectful act she had wanted to put on, but if one-eyed weirdo here wanted her to do bloodshed, she had an idea that maybe respect wasn’t the same here as it was elsewhere.
so bite if you want, but i bite back.
his shoulder met with the curve of her ribs and how easy it was to feel the wind pushed out of her as she stumbled to the side. off guard, poorly footed and hardly the proud figure she tried to hold.
all of this only served to anger further.
so she sought to lunge at him from her twisted, serpentine position. a body slam for a body slam.
and down they would go.
down into snow, into dirt, into each other as tangled as serpents or spider webs. the aggressive pound of her heart thrummed against achy ribs as she found herself here.
she might have dared to toss snarky words at him if she did not still feel the need to be prepared for more.
so she remained silent, chin tucked to chest as she looked at him through squinted eyes.
it was over.
which was good because she could finally feel the blooming bruise where his body had met her ribs. not to mention the ache of her shoulder. she had not been maimed, but she certainly hadn’t come out unscathed either.
she supposed at least they had managed to get each other. no one sided bullshit.
treva — or trey, whatever you feel.
she grunted as she stood upright. stretched as she looked at him through new lenses.
merrick, ass kicker of ursus.
gotta fight you more sometime.
even if she had been angry through it, it wasn’t all that bad.
she followed with a lazy grin on her face as they cut by stone into an open expanse. unfortunately the winter would hide its delights from her, but she wasn't hard pressed about that. especially not when he saw it time to load her up with other information.
his son and his intended...something, she didn't know what he intended, were also leaders. full up on crowns here, eh? she wondered what that would look like in the long run.
worship bears, shed bled. got it.
her features split once more into a wide grin.
how do you like to worship them? with the whole shedding blood...?