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His arrogance should have been affront to every fiber of her being, it really should have - but the only display of annoyance she could summon was almost manufactured, a subtle flexure of her ears as they remained slanted back, not unlike a devil's horns.
Somehow, she couldn't find it in herself to channel her usual anger, at least not yet. It was not to say it did not brew beneath the surface, however, as her eyes leveled at him with the promise of retribution if the levies holding her patience in place were to break.
The man appeared to have a love for theatrics, one paw drawn to his chest as he introduced himself - did he expect her to know of him? His name didn't mean jack shit to her and her expression was unmoved, save for the rising of a single brow.
Was this guy for real? His strange behavior was perhaps his saving grace, at least until he leaned in closer. Elli's muzzle threatened to fold into a snarl, preluded by the appearance of the tips of her fangs past a faintly lifted lip, as her neck arched back to earn space from his looming form.
He seemed unfazed, however, as he drew closer. Elli felt her pulse quicken with something that flirted between intrigue of what he was getting at and the desire to do nothing more than sink her fangs into his smug face. Would he be so arrogant then? Few she met had dared to press her, to refuse to relent to her whims and wishes - she was accustomed to being the aggressor, or the one plucking away at the strings.
That was not true here, and she was frozen almost like a deer in headlights as her control continued to be stripped away by Taro's unexpectedly gentle motions. He closed further into her space, so near their breath would pool between them, and a warmth she was completely unaccustomed to feeling pulsed within her veins. Elli gave nothing away, but she did not move away and her eyes latched to his, refusing to close them as he suggested - there was a question there within them, one she could not put into words.
As quickly as he drifted near, his tender movements changed - it was almost jarring, the way he pivoted to grab a flower petal she hadn't known, or cared, about.
She released a breath she hadn't meant to hold in a hiss through her nostrils, her brows furrowing. The slow-creeping anger she had failed to find presented itself, rising to the surface.
Her throat rumbled with a growl, lips peeling back to flash white teeth. Without further warning, she lunged forward, attempting to tear the petal from his grip. It was less about getting the petal as it was to rebuke him and steal back the symbol of the small piece of vulnerability she had shared unbidden.
Somehow, she couldn't find it in herself to channel her usual anger, at least not yet. It was not to say it did not brew beneath the surface, however, as her eyes leveled at him with the promise of retribution if the levies holding her patience in place were to break.
The man appeared to have a love for theatrics, one paw drawn to his chest as he introduced himself - did he expect her to know of him? His name didn't mean jack shit to her and her expression was unmoved, save for the rising of a single brow.
Was this guy for real? His strange behavior was perhaps his saving grace, at least until he leaned in closer. Elli's muzzle threatened to fold into a snarl, preluded by the appearance of the tips of her fangs past a faintly lifted lip, as her neck arched back to earn space from his looming form.
I know you as well as I'd like to,Elli quipped, but only a half dose of her usual venom found its way into her words. It was harder to think and focus, she was discovering, when the thick air pervaded her senses.
He seemed unfazed, however, as he drew closer. Elli felt her pulse quicken with something that flirted between intrigue of what he was getting at and the desire to do nothing more than sink her fangs into his smug face. Would he be so arrogant then? Few she met had dared to press her, to refuse to relent to her whims and wishes - she was accustomed to being the aggressor, or the one plucking away at the strings.
That was not true here, and she was frozen almost like a deer in headlights as her control continued to be stripped away by Taro's unexpectedly gentle motions. He closed further into her space, so near their breath would pool between them, and a warmth she was completely unaccustomed to feeling pulsed within her veins. Elli gave nothing away, but she did not move away and her eyes latched to his, refusing to close them as he suggested - there was a question there within them, one she could not put into words.
As quickly as he drifted near, his tender movements changed - it was almost jarring, the way he pivoted to grab a flower petal she hadn't known, or cared, about.
She released a breath she hadn't meant to hold in a hiss through her nostrils, her brows furrowing. The slow-creeping anger she had failed to find presented itself, rising to the surface.
Her throat rumbled with a growl, lips peeling back to flash white teeth. Without further warning, she lunged forward, attempting to tear the petal from his grip. It was less about getting the petal as it was to rebuke him and steal back the symbol of the small piece of vulnerability she had shared unbidden.
Give me that, and then I'm going to kick your ass,she snapped, knowing full well the delicate petal would crumple into pieces beneath her shearing teeth.