Annoyance flashed through him as the scent of a female drifted towards him, and it increased when she appeared and made to walk towards him. And she was smiling, she was smiling for God's sake. He was not going to be smiled at, he should be feared and admired, she should be submitting to him, bowing to him. Not smiling at him. But the princeling restrained himself and kept a stoic indifferent look on his face. She was standing in his way, she, this pathetic white female, no not even white. This female with ugly red eyes was the only obstacle. The prince had no time for this.
Usually he would just charm the female to his side but she caught him when he was in a bad douchy mood, and there was no way he was treating her nicely now. Harrey normally treated the opposite sex as forms of entertainment rather than rivals or enemies, but when he was in this devilish, almost sadistic mood, it was different. The herbs he took usually stopped him from having episodes like this, but even if he was on them and he was angry, it made him abnormally sadistic. The plants had its own good and bad effects, but as long as it helped when he was mentally unstable, he was fine with them. However, Harrey could not seem to find more and his stock was running low, the irritation and annoyance at meeting nobody with potential information was getting to him.
The white prince eyed her boredly, the shards of blue ice in his murky green eyes piercing straight at her, like he was throwing daggers at her heart. He closed the distance between them with one smooth leap, landing gracefully in front of her, a smirk touched his lips as he looked at her. But the niceness only lasted for a few seconds for the yearling now drew his lips back in a snarl, gleaming alabaster fangs glowing in the darkness. His ears were flattened against his skull, and he was in a battle stance. It was easy to get around her, but he wanted a fight, or maybe he wanted something else.