Targwyn had been nicely (nicely by her standards) what was perched on this fellow’s back. She had expected a simple answer. If given a simple answer, she might have scoffed and simply walked on. And yet, he did not choose to give her a simple answer. Instead, he chose to insult her in response, which was never a good thing.
She moved into the center of the alleyway, halting and successfully blocking his path. If he wanted to move past her, he’d either have to turn around and walk away, or walk right through her. He better choose wisely because Targwyn was not opposed to scarring up someone because they dared to get too close.
As he spoke, she felt her own ears flatten against her skull, her tail flick in obvious agitation. Eyes, however, rested on the little piece of sewage that rested on the pole of the other. An accident with a knife would have been far more glorious. However, at least I am not sewage vermin. Her words were practically spat at the other, exciting a response from the two of them. She craved anger and chaos and she wanted them to retaliate. She wanted them to act on the anger that she could see boiling up between the two of them. Yes. Come now, release that anger.
Ignoring the comment about the circus (because she’d been in several - mostly just to fuck around with people. She enjoyed being a member of the freak show), she instead kept her eyes on the pair. But it was when he asked who Jesus was that she couldn’t help the way her lips curled into a sickening grin. You’re worst enemy who haunts your nightmares. Yes, Jesus haunted nightmares and he would haunt there’s too if they weren’t careful.
And just like that, because she could, her posture relaxed. While she still blocked their path through the alleyway, she appeared more relaxed. Ears stood erect, muscles less tense, and that grin still plastered on her lips. I was quite serious when I asked what the fuck that thing is. She would ask him one more time to explain the rat that perched atop his head.
@Roshan
