Swiftcurrent Creek ten things i hate about you

Ooh, congrats! :D

It wasn't until he caught the grimace that danced across her lips, marring her delicate features that Nefarious felt bad about his words, though he hadn't been making fun of her. It was easy to see how it could have been taken that way, of course, but he hadn't meant it to sound condescending. The shaman's ears slicked to rest at half mast atop his skull as he wrestled with the idea of apologizing to her for it. It was the right thing to do. No matter how he tried Nefarious could not be like Suluk — did not have the nerves of steel it took to be condescending to everyone, pack mates included. Outsiders were one thing and as far as Nefarious was concerned in a totally different vein. Pack mates were another thing all together. “I'm sorry I didn't mean...” Nefarious cut himself off, took a breath and continued, “I wasn't trying to be condescending.” Nor was he trying to make fun of her despite that, likely, that was how it had came across. In Akkuma rank didn't matter. It was longevity, loyalty, and permission that granted those whom wished the breed the ability to do so. Perhaps things were different here in the Creek. Nefarious did not know because it wasn't knowledge that was overly pressing to him.

He had no mate and thus it did not truly mean anything to him, nor did it press a concern. Nefarious looked away from her then, wondering why he hadn't just walked away as opposed to making himself sound like the world's biggest ass. Which he was likely pulling off flawlessly. “I'm Nefarious,” So used was he to giving out the nickname that he barely even considered even the smallest possibility of giving out his given name 'Anik'. Maybe some day, he told himself, when he finally achieved the rank of Angakkuq he would resume going by the name Anik. Until then, he saw nothing wrong with 'Nefarious'. “You're Bazi, correct?”