know that we will stay resilient

*Ciervo* · January 23, 2015, 09:59 PM

my heart's in atrophy

The innocence shining upon the female's icy eyes served only as fuel for the decieving man, who with the same tranquility with which he had walked in, continued to scheme his next response. The sourness that lied within his champagne colored eyes and his dissaproving frown were gestures that had been perfected through trial and error. This was not the first, nor it would be the last, that Ciervo toyed with another's head.

It had become a habit that nearly bordered the line of addiction. An addiction that despite proving to be harmful in his relations had brought more joy than sadness -- or so he liked to think. With his eyes now scanning the feather entwined in the female's charcoal fur he began to shake his head in mock dissaproval and concern, like a doctor that makes a diagnosis without speaking a word.

He allowed the tensing silence to linger for a couple more seconds before parting his lips dramatically, as if the female's statement had been spoken in a foreign language. "Well, you are wrong"he stated bluntly, giving his head an extra shake to add emphasis, "I am a shaman, I should know" he added suddenly, making a point to lift his chin to show pride on his fake title.
"And right below gull feathers," he began again, not realizing how fitting the mention of such bird would be for his little charade, "Gryfalcon feathers are highly infective" he barked at last, scrunching up his nose once more before getting a sudden urge to make things even more dramatic.
"You have not put in in your mouth have you?!" he urged, a well rehearsed look of pure concern curving his face into a frown.