Word Count :: 300+Yaaay!! Bad reaction Liliy is bad. Sorry for the few-day lapse in reply, I was gone on a camping trip over the weekend. 
Water splashed as Liliya jerked her head up, startled by the abrupt voice. She didn’t think anyone was around and hadn’t expected to be found like this. Her eyes met the slave’s visage, and immediately she identified the woman for what she was. Her surprise melted away and an angry look crossed her countenance as a hatred set in. Her gray eyes narrowed and she scowled, turning her anger onto the woman. Who the hell did she think she was, this slave, sneaking up on her like that? Surprising her instead of announcing her approach… surely there was a protocol that she clearly wasn’t following. She hated the woman… hated her for surprising her, hated her for not speaking Russian, hated her for seeing her while she was so vulnerable, and hated her for being a slave.
“You!” She pointed at the woman, the embodiment of everything that was wrong with her life right now. “Vhat do you think you’re doingk?” She spoke in her thick, Russian patois. She waded out of the river and stalked over to the woman, her eyes glaring at that tell-tale ring in her nose. It looked exactly like the one they forced through her mother's septum; how desperately she wanted to tear it out. She knew she shouldn’t, she knew it was wrong to hate the woman for something she couldn’t change. She should have taken pity on her, to be owned by other wolves, should have understood her plight, but instead the sight of her just sickened Liliya.
She spat something at the woman that sounded very much like an insult, and waited with her arms crossed, almost tapping her foot-paw with impatience. “Well? I said, do you speak Russian? How about English?” She repeated, this time in English. She spoke loudly as though the woman couldn’t hear her. “I guess not. You stoopit woman. Vhat are you doingk here, why are you sneaking up on me like this? Don’t you have someplace to be?” She was beside herself with irrational rage, it looked like she was just a few seconds away from giving her a nice shove.
Image courtesy of 24730945@Flickr; table by the Mentors!
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