10-11-2012, 08:36 PM
She was-- she was grinning! This wasn't funny! What the fresh, bleeding hell was she grinning about?! This girl grated on every last one of Null's nerves. She had never met anyone who had wound her up so quickly and completely. She wanted the brat gone. Now. There had been far more prevaricating about the issue than was necessary, and Null was done with it. She was going to get the girl off the territory right now.
Null took after the girl when she started running, jumping over logs and ditches, swinging herself around trees if she ever needed to make a sharp turn. She was snarling and snapping and barking without words now, just loud, angry, threatening sounds. She wasn't going to stop chasing the brat until she was clean out of Salsolan territory-- or, at this point, until she had caught the trespasser and killed her. The ducking and weaving made it impossible for Null to make a shot with one of her knives, but the trapper was fairly confident that she could rip the tawny female's throat out with her teeth. If she caught up to her then she could even stab her in her smug little face.
She was close at heel to the girl, but not close enough to touch her yet. If she caught her, Null would make the brat sorry that she ever decided to play on Salsolan land. Who the hell did she think they were? Salsola had a goddamn reputation for being violent and dangerous, and this precocious little creature had just decided that it would be fun to play on their land? She would get herself killed if she kept this up. Null would personally see to that if she got half a chance. People often thought that the trapper was kindly and harmless and helpful; she was actually much more volatile and snappish and willing to harm than anyone who knew her could have guessed-- except, perhaps, Rurik. There was a reason that she had taken such a liking to Salsola. The secrecy and sinister undertones and threat of violence to outsiders-- that held a huge amount of appeal for her.
Null took after the girl when she started running, jumping over logs and ditches, swinging herself around trees if she ever needed to make a sharp turn. She was snarling and snapping and barking without words now, just loud, angry, threatening sounds. She wasn't going to stop chasing the brat until she was clean out of Salsolan territory-- or, at this point, until she had caught the trespasser and killed her. The ducking and weaving made it impossible for Null to make a shot with one of her knives, but the trapper was fairly confident that she could rip the tawny female's throat out with her teeth. If she caught up to her then she could even stab her in her smug little face.
She was close at heel to the girl, but not close enough to touch her yet. If she caught her, Null would make the brat sorry that she ever decided to play on Salsolan land. Who the hell did she think they were? Salsola had a goddamn reputation for being violent and dangerous, and this precocious little creature had just decided that it would be fun to play on their land? She would get herself killed if she kept this up. Null would personally see to that if she got half a chance. People often thought that the trapper was kindly and harmless and helpful; she was actually much more volatile and snappish and willing to harm than anyone who knew her could have guessed-- except, perhaps, Rurik. There was a reason that she had taken such a liking to Salsola. The secrecy and sinister undertones and threat of violence to outsiders-- that held a huge amount of appeal for her.