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 Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 1:43 am
Either way, Xaldin didn't really care. It'd just be more annoying if she freaked out upon sight of him was all. He would maintain eye contact as she spoke with him, only his ear flickering at the nickname. Boy-hero, was it? That little b*****d was no hero, though the only protest he voiced was a snort before he lowered himself to a dignified sit.
"Did you bloody him again?" Yes, he remembered her. However, he seemed to stare through her now.
Sure enough, the boy came sauntering casually out of the foliage, looking quite haughty and pleased with himself. Seeing both Xaldin and Lunch looking his way, he smirked. "My adoring fans!"
"Are you done now?" Xaldin frowned if only to display unamused disapproval at the boy. If Lunch wasn't in the way, he would have leaned over that rock and dragged Revelin by his hair. And he was, disappointingly, not bloody.
"Dunno. Don't you want to stay and chat awhile?" Annoying little s**t.
"You want another intimate encounter with stinging nettles, I see..."
"Move, girl-princess!" Revelin snapped at her tails from his vantage point.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 6:58 am
"I should've..." she mumbled, obviously disappointed that she hadn't taken a moment to snag another chomp of flesh from Rev before zipping away from him. She didn't seem to connection him to be the looming figure of her previous meaning with Revelin. In fact, the inquiry was probably only half-heartedly responded to.
However, Lunch visibly gagged at the title of 'adoring fan' and, had she not known herself to be full of the physical fail mentioned earlier, she would have sought out a rock to toss at him. Perhaps she'd put some effort into honing her mad rock-throwing skills. About the same time Xaldin threatened the eye-patched pup with stinging nettle, Lunch announced her -own- protest to the suggestion.
"Ha! I'm not sticking around here to chat with you!"
She moved to rise up when she heard Rev's demand of her, rolling her eyes a bit, before aiming to thwack his snout with a hind-paw for the snap at her tails, probably not hard enough to get more then a wiggle of discomfort, before she hopped off the rock. "Yeah, yeah. Not my name." she shrugged, skirting around Xaldin to head back up the Mountain the normal way.
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