a soul denied

*Ciervo* · January 19, 2015, 06:00 PM

my heart's in atrophy

While the dark male preferred to keep both the knowledge he had of others and the knowledge others had of him limited, the Ostrega did not seem to mind sharing some of him -- especially because when he did so, he held the ulterior motive of showing off or in many other occassions, especially if there were females involved, setting a good image of himself.
The only thing the golden-eyed man guarded from other's was his persistent vulnerability and fear towards the idea of death; a trauma that could probably be attributed to the early end of both of his parents.

Likewise, the Ostrega also disagreed with Sinaaq's second principle.Whereas the dark man did not bother to pry, Ciervo had a certain penchant for other's tales and troubles -- even if more often than not he was included in them, he still enjoyed listening to them. It was after all through the information he recieved from others that he was able to refine his skills of deception.

With an equally indifferent expression the Ostrega returned the other's stare once again. The fact that the man wanted to be left alone was clear for the russet wolf, who despite it all, remained rooted to the spot; his eyes never hinting a desire to leave. Like Sinaaq would not offer things freely, Ciervo would not give him peace without a cost.
He wanted entretainment.
And despite how much more easy it would've been to leave the dull and dry male in front of himto his own devices, Ciervo knew he could make this encounter more eventful."Shame" he barked with a huff as the male affiirmed he had nothing and wouldn't offer nothing to him in case he did. "You looked useful, but I guess I was mistaken. Very." he barked, his tail curling with amusement as he scanned the Sinaaq's face for a rection to his unspoken accusation of him being, worthless.