Stone Circle there's a beautiful sadness that runs through him

she gazes heavily into the reptilian gleam alight in his eyes, was there a hint of cruelty lingering somewhere in there? fuck she didn't know, the only thing she was certain on recently is that she was so damn tired. sighing sharply, her tail flicked at her haunches; shooting a glare at the smirk to curl along his slender muzzle. yet as quick as the changing winds, his expression grew darker until he appeared somewhat perturbed. a brow arches, eyes losing some of their intensity as a veil of caution passed over them. she felt like she was dealing with a ticking time bomb, merely breathe on it wrong and she'd be in for an explosion. still, her pelt ruffled indignantly as he flopped lazily onto his rock- glowering down on her like an adult being disturbed by a dumb kid. gritting her jaw, she didn't even bother trying to reason with the increasingly fiery side of her mind as lean muscles curled under her short pelt to push her svelte figure forward and onto his rock. she's gotten stronger since she'd fled the teekon wilds, although still small she had transitioned from willowy to lean. kudos to amethyst keep, they'd taught her a lot in her short time there- physically and mentally.

she'd flicked off his drawl with a twitch of an ear before encroaching on his rock where she now sat stiffly, regarding him warily. jumping up here had been a risk considering how touchy he'd become and it wouldn't come as a surprise to her if he went wailing into the treeline that she'd tried to push him off, despite the space of frigid air lingering between them. there's so much she wants to say; angry exclamations and wearied questions all crowding the tip of her tongue and she swallowed against them hastily- she hated this, having to think about what to say lest it trigger him. gritting her jaw, she finally opted to simply mutter stiffly as if letting her jaw fall too loose would result in more words falling out "i just want to know why....why you acted as if i'd shoved poison down your throat the other day?" gosh she's glad she's so angry, and despite the relatively neutral demeanour she keeps on display so that she has a chance of actually getting in a few words this time, she cradles the inner frustrations. because if they weren't there, the hurt would break through and she would never give him the satisfaction of seeing her upset.