Golden Glade Half way on a slow move

She was very friendly at first. He corrected as the man explained that they were all aggressive to individuals too close to their lands. That was one thing he never understood. Neutral lands were that unclaimed - and if all the bloody packs in the area took an extra one to protect and claim then there was nothing left for the poor ol loners. Maybe the pack-less should band together and show these groups what's what, these packs were stretching themselves thin trying to protect two lands after all. He was getting rather tired of moments like these. She tried to play my game and lost, a sore loser is all. The insults continued.

The man took a step closer, and though Abaddon didn't quite like that just yet, he stood his ground and remained unbothered by it. He was a cautious individual, his instincts for survival were higher than his pride. Living another day always outweighed dying a fool's death for "honour". 

No. He cooed. A soft lie really. Hot-tempered? Perhaps not... he liked to keep a calm head about situations and think his way through properly rather than muscle his way through things; he honestly believed being clever outweighed the strong if done right. Vindictive maybe? Absolutely. The young man was a vengeful, cancerous man, loving to bring misery to all those who thought they could get the better of him.

But that was not the question. I'm far too astute to be snappish. An air of "better than you" radiated from the man, believing his ability to think put him in a higher position (according to himself). Plus, he could never get what he wanted later on if he was. Foul-mouthed maybe and irritating maybe, but it was easier to recover from insults than it was to try and kill another.