[ooc] and as you're falling down
[bic] could i hear you scream?
His eyes lifted to the sandy coloured wolf that approached, and his sneer was hidden well. He didn't have much desire to just sit there and cloak his wish to kill the other boy, but neither did he believe that taking advantage of someone was simply trickery. He could be civil and reasonable.
He often simply chose not to.
One brow lifted lazily in the direction of the boy with the strange green eyes, and his ears shifted backwards somewhat, not at all disturbing his clean cut mohawk in the process.
What's it to you? came his smooth growl of a question, deep and emotionless eyes, like ice, boring into the wolf across the spring. It was all a waiting game with him. He could strike at any moment. He could hate without hating, but he could not love.
And he could even surprise the world by withholding all judgment and letting one guide themselves.
It was not usual.
It was not common.
But Andrezej Lykoi knew, too, the value in making alliances, even with the disgusting dog he faced now.
