Word Count → 306 :: Fail post, sorry @_@

At the girls response he blinked in surprise for a moment, before throwing his head back and laughing heavily to the point he had to grab hold of a nearby branch to keep himself from falling. Breathing in deeply he settled his laughed, although blue eyes continued to gleam with humour. “Well, for a right feeble looking thing you have quiet the mouth on you.” he responded, unconsciously raising his voice somewhat as if he needed from his elevated position. “Hoegoe wa ōgoe de kanojo wa nani ga fusoku shite iru ka o oginau tame ni nō ga naito yowai, chīsana gaichū. Dono yō ni kawaī.” he muttered the last part to himself, swapping languages so the girl wouldn't pick up on the insult; such was the beauty of being able to speak in more the one tongue, for he could now degrade others without their knowing and possessed a greater range of insults at his disposal as well.

“You have a nose, use it. Fairly sure I don't smell like a bear” he responded to the others idiotic reasoning of her reaction. Shifting his weight wound on the branch he swung both legs over one side and crouched forward, elbows resting on his thighs and head laid in his palms; something that had taken him awhile to get the knack of and many bruises, hanging initially lacked the required balance to move with ease within a tree or anything raised, the Angelo had learnt the hard way that falling hurts, but instead of being put of high places he grew stubborn and made a point to linger within trees and elevated areas whenever possible until he had the knack for it; simply because trees were handy sleeping spots and there were many of them. “Or else I slit your pretty little throat and feed you to my friends over there for breakfast” he responded, bluffing about his friends a little to test the girls sight and senses.

Word Count → 440 :: Bahhh

It had avoided his attention, much like the rest of the finer details of the woman; for she was just some feeble stray whom had awoken him, why would she draw his attention in any manner. Although now that she had pointed it out, his focus zoned in upon the glimmer of gold, adorning the females nose. “Well that's got to be either the most ridiculous fashion statement I have seen or you are as pathetic as you look to have someone force that upon you” he responded with no sympathy and with little care about his words of the girls feelings. “And also, work on your comebacks, Anata awarena inu. What are you, some pup just learning to speak and already trying to insult others. So pitiful” his words weren't meant to reflect the girls age, for clearly she was near his own, but more her mental capacity and capability to think up remotely decent insults.

Anger was a common reaction the Angelo got, for the storm male rarely tempered his words or considered others feelings; within his pack he would make his behaviour reasonable, but such courtesies only extended to his borders, not neutral grounds. At the girls taunt, he pushed himself off the branch he was hanging from, making sure he fell away from the clutches of the trees other branches and landing correctly, balancing out his weight and steadying himself before bringing himself up to his full height, tail swaying happily behind him in anticipation. “Why would I hide behind another language, when I have nothing to fear from you? Both languages are mine to speak, why should I limit myself because of your inability to understand one?” lifting his feet he began to pace around her, keeping his distance out of habbit as he estimated the woman's range. Cocky he may be, but he was no fool to allow a stranger whom he was intentionally antagonising to get close enough to strike him with anything.

Reaching to his side his hand wrapped around his Katana, ready to draw if need be although he highly doubted the need. “Who said my friends are capable of laugher? Did I define what they were, canine, crow or beast. That and I do not joke, little baka, I threaten and follow through if the need arises. But please enlighten me as to how exactly I look, for what features would one need to look like a 'total ass'” he fished for confirmation regarding the girls sight, being half blind himself it was easy enough to pick up on the subtle hints of someone making up for lack of sight.

Word Count → 339 :: He's on edge from tensions between himself and Alex. Return of the unstable fool ~

Interesting and entertaining the young girl was, so rare he could let his madness take over him and his need to childishly harass another run free. With position came responsibility and expectations; he was to act the role he was given, be a role model and someone whom was feared and yet trusted. Maybe if the pack were more aware of the unstable inner child laying within him they would be more uncertain of his rank and claim of it, but they were ignorant of it, he'd never shown them this part of him and never intended to. Only when he was away from his home could he indulge himself in the madness, to torment another for no reason then to amuse himself.

Seeing no point to his elaborations and pointless babble, he followed the girls lead, opting for silence and constant movement, only for the circling to be ended as the blind target slumped against the tree, ruining his fun and putting an end to the part of the game. Pausing at a distance, a malicious grin spread to his lips, his hand began to ease his blade from it's sheath, the metallic sound easing him, comforting him and encouraging him all at the same time. Stopping half drawn, he relaxed his grip, letting the blade hastily fall back into it's sheath, the noise a simple game of confusing the other without the use of words.

It was a game. Just a game. At the end of the day he'd either win and lose, gain and enemy and infuriate some innocent passer-by, gaining a sick sense of pleasure from picking on another, feeling superior and taking the edge away that occasionally arose with him, the one that asked for blood, begged for slaughter. It had haunted him for so long, flared at his ex-mates betrayal and upon such moments as now, it pounded through his body, but he was sane and smarter now, he would control it, take the edge away with his game and walk away victorious.

Word Count → 372 :: Forgot about Chiya, brought her back in quickly xD

His ears flicked back, the woman’s words mocking him and yet strangely calming him; he had to admit he was letting himself fall to far, giving into lust too easily. Breathing in slowly he centred himself, one dark hand still wrapped around his Katana to reassure himself. Blue eyes glanced around and he let out a low whistle, summoning Chiya to him, the hooded crow responding and making her way quickly to her master, sharp claws snagging and pinching his shoulder as she landed heavily upon him, her beady eyes fixated on the stranger. “Awh, and here I was having a right ball with my scare tactics. Talk about a kill joiy, ya really don't have any idea how to entertain a guy now do you” he teased, the menace less present in his voice then it previously had been, his games and fun coming to end, being replaced with clear thinking and rational thought of some degree once more.

As the woman began to introduce herself he chuckled, the sound deep and rolling from his throat, a sign of genuine amusement within the storm coloured Angelo. “Ya a right strange one, you know that? And that's coming from a bluffing maniac who is also an ass” he retorted, cocking his head to the side and flashing the other a smile of which he knew she may not seen, unsure of the limitations of the one whom called herself 'Wander's sight. Clicking his tongue he contemplated her instructions for him to sit down and speak of his friends, shrugging the notion off as quickly as he had considered it. “I think i'll pass. Ain't all that big at sitting around, having a picnic, making nice and spilling my life story to a complete stranger. And in case you cannot see, my friend s are these lovely crows, whom are rather loyal and useful amongst other things.” stepping back slightly he paused, watching the freak of a woman who'd awoken him from a nap. Sighing he knew he shouldn't just leave some blind girl on her own, especially after intentionally verbally tormenting her for his own fun. “Alaki. That's my name” he responded, his voice guarded and the words coming from him reluctant.

Word Count → 333 :: 4am, most posts make no sense, yay!

Laughter erupted from his throat, one hand reaching up to push his ever overgrown black bangs, the stupid things having a horrid tendency of poking him in the eyes at rather in convenient times, causing excessive discomfort. Time and time again his hair would irritate him, he'd threaten to cut it, threaten to have it so short it was small stubs, but they were empty threats, for he was rather attached to his hair, the length of it, it's ironed like straightness. It was a part of him, an annoying one, but it was as vital to him as his equally annoying personality. “So we are at an mutual understanding that we view each other as strange. My girl, I think, ya know, just maybe, this might be a start of an eternal friendship. Should we start skipping whilst holding hands, chasing after the sunset now?” the sarcasm rolled from his tongue, the mental image his words created within his mind caused his lip to twitch with restrained laughter. “Oh Wander dear, should I call you my bestie now that we've established this fact?” he couldn't help it, he laughed again; clearly he was talking nonsense for the sake of making up content, but it was entertaining him non the less.. for now.

“Wouldn't recommend Crows. Smart but a right pain in the arse when they want to be. Anathema has a whole lot of them, drive me head in at times” he explained, probably providing the girl with more information then he should, but she was blind and feeble looking, no threat to him and his pack. Mood lightening to a strange form of hyper, his glanced at the bird with little interest, making a point to be sure the thing didn't get anywhere near him or one remotely like that one. “What, you were expecting me to have some sort of devil name? And you sure change your tune quickly, first it's your an arse, not it's nice to meet you?”

Word Count → 278 :: :O Wan is being racist against the tree!!!

“How about the sunrise, i'm all up for compromise ya know? Or we can try toward the ocean, but that'd be a heck of a run and dunno about you, but I just woke up and would rather go sleep then start on a long trek all in the name of friendship with my dearest bestie now” his response was in some ways acknowledging her words and in others just rephrasing what he had previously said, sticking a label on it and calling it a compromise. Although one thing he did notice was she had a … pure smile. Not pretty and definitely not what he'd call that of a beauty, but the positive expression changed the Romans face for the better. Woman always looked better smiling, fragile beings that they were, the leached their happiness of others and died with the barest of ill winds.

“And you say you don't mean to pry, but by saying that you actually are. You do know that, yes?” he responded to her words, allowing himself a second to inhale a short breath before continuing, “And what's wrong with that tree? It's a perfectly fine tree. Good, comfy branches, nice colouration to it. You got a problem with trees or something?” his chest rose and fell quickly, his grin foolish like and laughter begged to be released but he wasn't done quite yet. “And in all seriousness, it's a hight advantage, no one typically spots me up 'em so I can slack of when I want and sleep without fear of someone stabbing me in the back. I'd say that makes a tree a mighty good place to sleep, wouldn't you?”

Word Count → 243 :: :Exit Alaki xD

Considering the females words he reflected upon his own life; was he truly as free as she made him out to be? Being tied down with responsibilities of his pack, haunted by memories that refused to leave him, controlling much of his life and actions at times. At times he felt as if he could do as he pleased, not caring about what others thought of him or letting social norms dictate how he behaved, but still he was shackled to Anathema and his past. “Freedom isn't always as simple as one may initially think” he mused allowed, not really responding to the girl but voicing the internal conclusion that he had reached.

Shaking his head slightly he looked at the strange female for a moment, the encounter with her was unexpected but already well past it's expiry date; he had things to do, places to be. Sulking around outside of his own pack lands wasn't really going to achieve anything or result in anything all that productive. “Well, I suppose it was.... interesting meeting you. Can't say i'd like to repeat this again any time soon, but in the future we shall see” waving a hand, lips twitching at the foolish action as he recalled the woman’s lack of sight as an after thought, he turned tail and left, picking his way through the terrain at random until he encountered a more familiar trail and slowly began to make his way home.