[ti]Open[/ti]blood is your only escape May 15, 2019 20:48:32 GMT
Post by Cassius on May 15, 2019 20:48:32 GMT
The doe was absolutely delicious, simply divine, and Cassius couldn't help but dig into the meat with what felt to him like too much enthusiasm. Staying cool and collected was his forte, but hungry dogs did what hungry dogs had to do. Blood dribbled down his chin and he licked at it, but paused soon when Daire pulled her head out of the doe's belly. She was covered in blood, the gore and guts running down her head in tiny scarlet rivers.
Honestly... if Cassius had thought himself to be a little messy, Daire was being a disaster. Such a look was unbecoming of someone in her rank, but the silver weimaraner let it slide. Maybe all the blood and gore suited Daire, in a way, no matter how disgusting it was. She was the toughest stray the slums had to offer, after all.
His generous thoughts crashed into a halt and blinked away into oblivion as Daire shook her fur, sending blood flying. A displeased grimace flitted across Cassius's face as he turned his head away, barely able to shield his face from the offending gore. With an unimpressed look he let his eyes sweep over his now blood-speckled pelt, breathing deeply and gritting his teeth to keep silent. It was not in his best interests to snap at Daire over such trivial matters - well, trivial to her, anyway. Cassius, personally, would disagree.
Instead of complaining, he offered a serene smile at his leader. Ah, yes, of course. Daire had help with hunting these does - Cassius had suspected as much, but didn't let it show. He nodded at the husky in understanding. "Ah, yes. The slums do lack proper prey. That only makes this occasion all the more special, however. We are ever so lucky to be Yardies. Thank you, Daire."
Cassius's smile was soft and appreciative, although entirely fake. Lucky to be Yardies? Well, not really. They had a roof over their head now, but Cassius couldn't say the asylum was up to his standards. Was anything in these god forsaken slums, really? Honestly, all this sweet talking, though a second nature to him, was almost a risk. Cassius hadn't figured out Daire completely yet - would his silver tongue get brownie points, or would she think him to be ridiculous, too prim and proper? Cassius hoped for the former. And besides, flattery got you anywhere, right?
The commotion caught his ears before he could spend another thought on the matter, though. His eyes swept the room, over horrified looking, pathetic little Speckle, over Rocco and Nutmeg, over Fawn who looked to be terrified out of her mind. A frown came over Cassius's face as he looked over at the doberman, genuinely confused over her sudden and overbearing panic. Then his eyes fixed on the silent newcomer and Cassius's keen gaze caught the way he was staring at Fawn. Poor girl, if Cassius had any warmth in his heart for Fawn, he would feel awful.
But he did not. Instead, he was rather annoyed her panic was threatening to disrupt the pleasant feast and, more importantly, his chance to win the boss over.
...Hold on. An idea came over Cassius and he looked over at Daire, false concern flitting over his features.
"What on earth is this?" he pondered out loud, eyes sweeping over Daire as if to wait for her opinion. If she didn't care, neither would he. But if she needed someone to play the peacekeeper, well... Cassius was willing to pretend to be a knight in shining armor.