Jun 2, 2015
Did you really mean it when you said that everything was a game?
No.
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Did you really mean it when you said that everything was a game?
No.
Do you prefer woman over men?
Yes.
Word association game: glamourous.
Fake.
Do you like talking to me?
For the next five questions my Muse can not tell a lie.
Yes, very much so.
Daehyun curled up in a corner, wings enveloped around himself and Daisy as if it could shield them from Leo's wrath. "Hyung." He whispered, staring at the male with wide, pleading eyes. "Please stop, hyung. You're scaring us."
This was what happened when he gave himself over to useless human emotions. Hard eyes stared mercilessly at the youngster, stony and unforgiving. “You want me to stop?” His voice whispered lowly through the room, holding barbs within the inquiry. The sight did nothing to move him from his mission, only hardening his heart to the pleas of Daehyun and scared mews of the tiny animal. Fingers curled into tight fists as he barely repressed the urge to hit something - anything - to relieve the fury running unchecked through his veins.
She stared at the male, knowing that he was angry. She kept a little distance between, giving him space in case it's what he needed. "Leo? What happened?" she asked softly, wanting to diffuse the situation before it got worse.
Rage pulsed through him, adamant against being ignored or pushed away. A slow wrath coursed through him, and the more he thought about it, the more it made him angry. The soft voice wormed through the wraithly fury, his gaze snapping to the young charge in his care. Right now he wanted someone to pay, to feel something snap beneath his fingers and find retribution – now was not the time for the young woman to be in his presence. He all but growled his response out, a hard anger held back willfully behind the short words. “Isis. Go back to your room.”
The wolf watched for a moment. Hesitantly approaching the very powerful creature. One who wasn't exactly having a happy time. "Bad day at the office?" She tried to make a joke. Though often times her humor tended to fall flat.
A silent warning growl reverberated through his chest, his head slowly tilting to the side as he watched her from the corner of his eye. The she-wolf would be best to move away for he was aiming for a fight. Anyone would do. He wanted to feel the fresh thunder of bone cracking under his fingertips and the caress of copper blood washing away the purity coating his hands. Her joke fell on deaf ears and he growled again, his body coiled and poised move at the slightest provocation.