September 28, 2016, 01:14 PM
hehe, i'm surprised karm isn't getting more petulant, he's normally terrible n immature B)' sorry he's just sort of being a dick, though cx' you're welcome to have goliath attack him if he would!
No, he was definitely like him when he was younger. Petulant, eager to snap, refusing to back down. Others he might have already snapped for the jaws, lost his control and bit for their snouts to force them into the snow and below his paws. Why he hadn't with this one, he couldn't rightly say. He didn't feel things like nostalgia, and there was more irritation than smug calm to feel; normally, the smug bastard could enjoy riling somebody up to snarling while he sat in casual indifference. But now, he just sort of wanted to leave.
"Waste of time," he grunted, ears fluttering. Whether the boy liked it or not, he knew the journey here had been harder than usual on his body. A fight now would be hardfought, possibly won - but that wasn't a bet he was willing to take. With age, he'd realized, had come a lack of impulse, and even when he itched to teach a lesson, his paws working at the snow, he wouldn't take 50% odds. He'd never been much of a gambler, anyway. Besides, the boy was lowest of the low. Karma was surprised they'd trained him to speak, honestly; boys that hadn't been meant as more than cannon fodder hadn't been able to count past five, so far as he remembered.
"Waste of time," he grunted, ears fluttering. Whether the boy liked it or not, he knew the journey here had been harder than usual on his body. A fight now would be hardfought, possibly won - but that wasn't a bet he was willing to take. With age, he'd realized, had come a lack of impulse, and even when he itched to teach a lesson, his paws working at the snow, he wouldn't take 50% odds. He'd never been much of a gambler, anyway. Besides, the boy was lowest of the low. Karma was surprised they'd trained him to speak, honestly; boys that hadn't been meant as more than cannon fodder hadn't been able to count past five, so far as he remembered.
"I'm not interested in your commander's land or his pack, let alone a fight with one of his soldiers," the thick chuff weaved thickly between his teeth, the end to the conversation or whatever prospect of raised hackles Big and Tall offered. The ugly scars over his lips curled into a mangled, warped smile, stopping just before that dead, golden eye. "Though I wonder what he'll think of his lowest ranking saying the land is his own." He gave a stride back on this, quite content in leaving, if the mongrel was done spitting threats at him - follow through or let him go. A man who didn't follow through or concede defeat was no man at all.
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waiting for a rainy day - by Karma - September 19, 2016, 09:08 PM
RE: waiting for a rainy day - by Goliath - September 20, 2016, 04:48 AM
RE: waiting for a rainy day - by Karma - September 21, 2016, 06:51 PM
RE: waiting for a rainy day - by Goliath - September 22, 2016, 05:58 AM
RE: waiting for a rainy day - by Karma - September 25, 2016, 09:06 PM
RE: waiting for a rainy day - by Goliath - September 26, 2016, 05:56 AM
RE: waiting for a rainy day - by Goliath - September 26, 2016, 05:56 AM
RE: waiting for a rainy day - by Karma - September 28, 2016, 01:14 PM
RE: waiting for a rainy day - by Goliath - November 02, 2016, 07:08 AM