Emberwood Den Building

Even Scarlett's way of being 'mean' is nice.
Sen better watch out though, or that hole that is meant to be a den might just become her grave.

Not liking being ignored, all signs of twisted humor dropped from her features. The amusement that had swirled in her amber pools was long gone, replaced only by a steady glare. Even as a little whelp, so small and full of an incurable disease of darkness, she'd despised being ignored. It was disrespectful, a sign that you saw no worth in what the other had to say, making the action seem like a crime to the borderline narcissist. A low growl started to build within her throat, her head lowering while her amber orbs seemed to be attached to the digging lupine. "Ignoring the words of another is such a discourteous thing to do," Sen stated, doing her best to keep her voice low, yet still calm. The growl had died out as quickly as it'd grown, not even sticking around long enough to accompany her words. Words that seemed hypocritical when coming from her mouth.

She'd always been so rude and cold, cocky and sarcastic, but ignoring someone entirely seemed far worse to her than how she came off to others. It was true, she'd admit, that she would often find herself ignoring certain things, but never the entirety of one's words. Doing that was unfathomable, even to her. What had come over the albino to make her do such a thing was unknown to the ebony lupine, who was one unable to see her own faults no matter how clear they were.