09-22-2008, 09:24 PM
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 --  (!@#$%)The presence of another quickly snapped him out of his introspective thoughts. Two red eyes blinked down at Iskata and he felt the hair along the back of his neck rise. Anselm never forgot a face, especially one he'd met in battle. Their first and only encounter, then, had been a bad one... and he certainly didn't want to deal with this now. He'd been largely avoiding both her and her pack--did she really have to come bother him? Inferni didn't need any more trouble. Maybe that was what aggravated the formerly solitary male all the more. Since when did he have to make decisions based on the well being of an entire group? It'd be nice to think that their differences could remain theirs alone, but as leaders, they would be opening a whole new can of worms for everybody if they fought today. (!@#$%)Anselm would have none of it. He didn't move or give any other indication that he saw her. His hackles settled and he snorted lightly to himself. Instead of looking her way, he simply stared straight ahead of his face into the sky and sea until they hybridised into some kind of blurry blue medium. No eye contact made the message pretty clear: I want nothing to do with you. Meanwhile, he tried to figure out exactly what he'd do if she decided to corner him by climbing up the lighthouse. He wasn't necessarily concerned about his safety, then, as much as being forced to communicate or do battle. He resolved, then, to push past her on the defensive and leave immediately if she couldn't keep her nose to herself.  |