11-16-2017, 04:33 PM
Tearen, on the other hand, was deeply troubled by the tempestuous, biting winds that drove puffs of soft snow into his eyes. His human body was far superior to his more eldritch form in terms of keeping the cold out of his bones, but that didn't prevent him from shivering noticeably. Indeed, as he now slowly turned to face the impudent faunus, the Elder Prime reflected gravely on his choice to skip breakfast in favor of setting across the snow early. Surely, taking ten minutes to shove a sandwich into his gullet would have at least given him the illusion of vitality for the impending skirmish. As he sighed ribbons of steam were torn from his mouth in the blizzard winds.
The ex-enigma looked the Amber girl up and down. Her name was no secret to him; her mind practically screeched it as she bared her dubious looking weapon at him. Still, she had strength and fire within her. Perhaps that was why she found these chilling climes such milquetoast backdrop for her headlong drive to glory. Tearen could respect that, but more importantly, he was cold, he was hungry, and his nose was running.
"I don't want to fight you, Miss Veritz."
Amber blinked slowly before abruptly strangling Razorback's haft with a clenched hand.
"What did you just call me?" she asked through grinding teeth. Tearen mentally scolded himself for neglecting to pander to the girl's healthy sense of bravado. Perhaps there was another way to convince her to depart.
"You are of feline ilk, are you not?" the Shadow quested, trying to change his stance to a less defensive posture. The glimmering lavender-brass light of dawn caught his gleaming talismans as he shifted, their jangling metals reminiscent of prayer bells on a high summit. Indeed, the high, glacial cliff to the Amber's left brought with it the feeling of being far off the normal tundra of the Fields. Tearen anticipated her initial indignation following this question. Amber wrenched Razorback out of the snow and pointed the heavy weapon straight at his shrouded face.
"Yeah. You got a problem with that?" she asked in a lowered tone that was just as much a threat as an invitation.
"On the contrary, I am spiritually forbidden from harming cats or those that bear their phenotype. I am sorry to deny your thirst for violence, but there is no fight to be had here." Tearen said slowly, watching with some distant amusement as Amber's face slowly sank into an utterly blank stare. A long moment passed before her irate scowl returned, much to the Shadow's chagrin.
"That's bullshit! I'm gonna kick your ass anyway!" she screamed.
Dammit.
The ex-enigma looked the Amber girl up and down. Her name was no secret to him; her mind practically screeched it as she bared her dubious looking weapon at him. Still, she had strength and fire within her. Perhaps that was why she found these chilling climes such milquetoast backdrop for her headlong drive to glory. Tearen could respect that, but more importantly, he was cold, he was hungry, and his nose was running.
"I don't want to fight you, Miss Veritz."
Amber blinked slowly before abruptly strangling Razorback's haft with a clenched hand.
"What did you just call me?" she asked through grinding teeth. Tearen mentally scolded himself for neglecting to pander to the girl's healthy sense of bravado. Perhaps there was another way to convince her to depart.
"You are of feline ilk, are you not?" the Shadow quested, trying to change his stance to a less defensive posture. The glimmering lavender-brass light of dawn caught his gleaming talismans as he shifted, their jangling metals reminiscent of prayer bells on a high summit. Indeed, the high, glacial cliff to the Amber's left brought with it the feeling of being far off the normal tundra of the Fields. Tearen anticipated her initial indignation following this question. Amber wrenched Razorback out of the snow and pointed the heavy weapon straight at his shrouded face.
"Yeah. You got a problem with that?" she asked in a lowered tone that was just as much a threat as an invitation.
"On the contrary, I am spiritually forbidden from harming cats or those that bear their phenotype. I am sorry to deny your thirst for violence, but there is no fight to be had here." Tearen said slowly, watching with some distant amusement as Amber's face slowly sank into an utterly blank stare. A long moment passed before her irate scowl returned, much to the Shadow's chagrin.
"That's bullshit! I'm gonna kick your ass anyway!" she screamed.
Dammit.
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued