Emberwood when do you fold? and when do you run?

Artok cut his eyes to the side, to avoid fighting. He could if he needed too, and he wouldn't mind doing so. Especially with the way the she wolf in front of him, rubbed his fur wrong. However, he was not as foolish as he sometimes spoke. Artok wouldn't deny he was conceited and had she thrown that word around, he probably would have just shrugged. He knew it and it didn't bother him. He wasn't in this world to make people like him, or make friends. BEsides why should he want a friend, when in the end they were just going to betray him anyway. Just like all the others. However, unlike most, he was conceited yes, but he didn't think the world belonged to him, it belonged to no one. Probably, some pretty different views put together, but eh.


She caused him to be taken back, as she forced him to think. So then he was intrigued, now rather than irritated by her presence. But isn't there honor in some of the brutal deaths? If you die protecting those you care for? OR those you have sworn to protect? It's your duty, if you give your word to follow through, and sometimes you die brutally. Isn't that a beauty of sorts? He shifted, the fur along his nape easing downward, as he listened and spoke back. Curious as to what she would have to say next, finding her presence a little more tolerable. Grace and Elegance, are not exactly my forte. And if you show all stages of dying, wouldn't it be ungraceful and ugly?