Theft of Pride

[Zexion]

[html]I feel irrational, so confrontational

"There were." I suppose it was too much to hope they wouldn't hear me. Of course, they had to pick up on the non-important pieces of information, and completely ignore my suggestions. I turned from the booming surf and tilted my head inquiringly towards the pair of them: the black so quiet as to have seemed not there, and my gracious new leader tilting her head right back at me. It seemed they were waiting for more. "Not on the coast, but they're gone now. They have been for a while. It's mostly gypsy territory, here." The black was staring at the ocean as if it would swallow him, and I had to fight the relentless urge to tell him to take a step forward and break his pretty neck, seeing as he was leaning over the treacherous stone and mud of the sheer coastline. "Watch your neck," I said instead. "It's a good place to claim because no one's fool enough to try and walk along the edges here."

But the reality is I'm getting away with murder[/html]

Boo, I suck.