Post by Kitami Aklia on Jul 19, 2013 19:56:06 GMT -5
Isonette pulled off another small chunk of her loaf of bread and flicked it into the street, her yellow eyes fixed on the two young rookie knights before her. They shifted under her gaze, both looking greatly uncomfortable. Birds of various kinds twittered as they darted after the bread she flicked into the street, pecking at the food and likewise each other. One pair fluttered up, inches past the child’s face, yet her gaze didn’t falter, she didn’t flinch, and that further unnerved the men, who squatted outside the tower playing a game of dice when they probably were not supposed to be playing such games. They had been playing these games all morning, and for the past ten minutes this child sat, flicking bread into the street alone just staring at them with her weird yellow eyes. Not wanting to back down under the gaze of a mere ten year old the men continued their game, but they grew ever more uncomfortable as Izzy stared on, her expression blank, and she continued to flick bread at the ever growing flock of birds.
Finally it seemed the younger of the two rookies could take no more of her stare and he stood from his crouch and turned, eying her, scratching at his scruff on his chin.
“Do you have a problem, little lass?” He spat, gripping his spear. Izzy’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she slowly raised her chin, peering at the two humans down her nose, as if she raised her muzzle. In wolf speak raising one’s muzzle was a challenge, the higher the face, the higher the rank. This was all instinctual, and awfully dangerous for a pup, but Izzy couldn’t help herself. These humans spent the last ten minutes nearly cowering under a pup’s gaze and then finally wanted a challenge? What would Papa say? He’d laugh at such a display of manhood, and Isonette could only do the same. Had this man been a real wolf he’d either dismiss Izzy or put her in her place entirely. Instead they shift and cower under her gaze like pups themselves and now challenge her. It was pathetically amusing.
The man did not seem to find the gaze amusing though, he sneered at the child, placing a hand on his hip. His comrade stood, gathering the dice and placing it in a pouch and stowing it away.
Oi, don’t be looking at me like some noble little crumpet when you’re dressed in bits of rags like you are!” The man snapped. Izzy’s lips twitched in a snarl and her eyes narrowed a bit more. She wore a summer dress that Kitami labored over for a week, and Isonette loved it. The dress was white with yellow trimming, simple enough, and to match it had yellow bows, but what made it special was that the shade of yellow was the same as that of her eyes. The dress was fine, but it was also clearly homemade as well. Kitami couldn’t afford the fine dresses Lachesis could afford. The insult stung more than if he directed it at one of the fine dresses her Papa got her. The remaining bread in Izzy’s hand crushed in her grip, and a growl escaped from the child, the growl sound a tad inhuman, but the rookies couldn’t hear. They just looked satisfied from getting a reaction from her. Isonette stepped forward, sending the little birds clustered in front of her off into the sky in a frenzy. The two knights glanced at each other, looking amused and uncomfortable at the same time. They managed to annoy the child who made them feel uncomfortable, but now she was approaching and no doubt she was to throw a fit. What was to result of this situation?
Finally it seemed the younger of the two rookies could take no more of her stare and he stood from his crouch and turned, eying her, scratching at his scruff on his chin.
“Do you have a problem, little lass?” He spat, gripping his spear. Izzy’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she slowly raised her chin, peering at the two humans down her nose, as if she raised her muzzle. In wolf speak raising one’s muzzle was a challenge, the higher the face, the higher the rank. This was all instinctual, and awfully dangerous for a pup, but Izzy couldn’t help herself. These humans spent the last ten minutes nearly cowering under a pup’s gaze and then finally wanted a challenge? What would Papa say? He’d laugh at such a display of manhood, and Isonette could only do the same. Had this man been a real wolf he’d either dismiss Izzy or put her in her place entirely. Instead they shift and cower under her gaze like pups themselves and now challenge her. It was pathetically amusing.
The man did not seem to find the gaze amusing though, he sneered at the child, placing a hand on his hip. His comrade stood, gathering the dice and placing it in a pouch and stowing it away.
Oi, don’t be looking at me like some noble little crumpet when you’re dressed in bits of rags like you are!” The man snapped. Izzy’s lips twitched in a snarl and her eyes narrowed a bit more. She wore a summer dress that Kitami labored over for a week, and Isonette loved it. The dress was white with yellow trimming, simple enough, and to match it had yellow bows, but what made it special was that the shade of yellow was the same as that of her eyes. The dress was fine, but it was also clearly homemade as well. Kitami couldn’t afford the fine dresses Lachesis could afford. The insult stung more than if he directed it at one of the fine dresses her Papa got her. The remaining bread in Izzy’s hand crushed in her grip, and a growl escaped from the child, the growl sound a tad inhuman, but the rookies couldn’t hear. They just looked satisfied from getting a reaction from her. Isonette stepped forward, sending the little birds clustered in front of her off into the sky in a frenzy. The two knights glanced at each other, looking amused and uncomfortable at the same time. They managed to annoy the child who made them feel uncomfortable, but now she was approaching and no doubt she was to throw a fit. What was to result of this situation?