06-21-2009, 11:57 PM
Geneva had regained her footing, and didn't feel as though she was swaying too much anymore. The transition from laying down to standing up had been a bit dizzying, but now she had a much better grip on her balance. The gray femme's ears were flat against her head, the fur bristling. She curled her fingers into two fists, her knuckles cracking with the force of the clenching of her hands. She was angry, truly angry and didn't try to mask it. She was usually one to shy away from the highly volatile emotion, but she didn't feel that she needed to extend this intruder any sort of consideration.
Not only had this foolhardy male traipsed through the borders as though they meant nothing. He had not shown the proper respect, had not headed protocol or her wishes. She had clearly told him to get lost, and yet here he was, talking back to her. She felt distaste welling up inside her. She hadn't wanted to deal with an outsider, she had wanted to relax, unwind, and perhaps find good conversation with someone she knew. Instead, she had to deal with this creature.
She cast a baleful eye over him. He set the limp creature at his feet and started talking about something or another. She sneered at him, her teeth gleaming white as she spoke again. "Explain yourself, or make tracks." She had very little patience, and what little she had left now were wearing thin.
Not only had this foolhardy male traipsed through the borders as though they meant nothing. He had not shown the proper respect, had not headed protocol or her wishes. She had clearly told him to get lost, and yet here he was, talking back to her. She felt distaste welling up inside her. She hadn't wanted to deal with an outsider, she had wanted to relax, unwind, and perhaps find good conversation with someone she knew. Instead, she had to deal with this creature.
She cast a baleful eye over him. He set the limp creature at his feet and started talking about something or another. She sneered at him, her teeth gleaming white as she spoke again. "Explain yourself, or make tracks." She had very little patience, and what little she had left now were wearing thin.