And just like that, his silence was broken.
No more rustling of leaves, the chirps of birds, or even the light flutter of insects buzzing around. No, there was something much larger than the average woodland creature. Small twigs could be heard snapping as a newcomer came into range. Black voids with small slits of red followed the newcomer as they moved around. HIs eyes scanned the creature's body, almost perplexed in their choice of attire. Why would they choose to wear such thick clothing in a place where it was hot? In the summer months of all times. True, his own attire wasn't too much better but at least his chest was exposed and his pants were rather billowy. It allowed for movement and he wasn't constricted; the wind could still blow through.
The tarsian watched with curiosity as the hooded garment fell to the ground. Ahh, so she hasn't noticed me yet. No woman would strip in front of a male if they knew of his presence. He still had the element of surprise, which was more than enough to amuse the normally bruting male. But before he knew it, the wind brought up a scent he knew all too well. Tarsian. A small curl up his lip exposed a few teeth at the very thought of another of his kind appearing. To make matters worse, it wasn't the same clan as him. So what was a lyarai doing around here? Wrath watched as she moved once more, this time to lay against the tree he happened to be perched up in. Oh how much fun he was going to have with this one.
"What are you doing here?" His voice was low, almost cold as a small growl emerged between words. The tarsian shifted in his place so he could look down to the fellow tarsian below. He wouldn't go down there yet, not until he knew is she was as aggressive as he was first.
No more rustling of leaves, the chirps of birds, or even the light flutter of insects buzzing around. No, there was something much larger than the average woodland creature. Small twigs could be heard snapping as a newcomer came into range. Black voids with small slits of red followed the newcomer as they moved around. HIs eyes scanned the creature's body, almost perplexed in their choice of attire. Why would they choose to wear such thick clothing in a place where it was hot? In the summer months of all times. True, his own attire wasn't too much better but at least his chest was exposed and his pants were rather billowy. It allowed for movement and he wasn't constricted; the wind could still blow through.
The tarsian watched with curiosity as the hooded garment fell to the ground. Ahh, so she hasn't noticed me yet. No woman would strip in front of a male if they knew of his presence. He still had the element of surprise, which was more than enough to amuse the normally bruting male. But before he knew it, the wind brought up a scent he knew all too well. Tarsian. A small curl up his lip exposed a few teeth at the very thought of another of his kind appearing. To make matters worse, it wasn't the same clan as him. So what was a lyarai doing around here? Wrath watched as she moved once more, this time to lay against the tree he happened to be perched up in. Oh how much fun he was going to have with this one.
"What are you doing here?" His voice was low, almost cold as a small growl emerged between words. The tarsian shifted in his place so he could look down to the fellow tarsian below. He wouldn't go down there yet, not until he knew is she was as aggressive as he was first.
