The trandoshan let his long tongue slip out of his mouth as his head arched forward, not caring to use his hands as the pointed muscle cupped the joint and brought it back to his mouth. He stared her dead in the eyes then as he breathed in and let out another puff.
“And what if it’s what I choosse? Hsssk. You’d be the first to tell me otherwise...I don’t have much of another option. We’re all made to die, anywaysss...I was made to kill, raised to kill. People cheered when I tore the throats from their other pets, they took me into their ranks. Until they threw me away. Now I’m going to go tear their throatss out...or die trying.” Tresshk snarled, his amber eyes looking like they were filled with hellfire, the eyes of a killer. She could see then that many had seen this gaze, the gaze of a killer, one that didn’t hesitate when he made it the last face they would see. But that didn’t mean her words were falling on def ears. It had been his consideration of what she said that brought this forth. Whatever personality the male had, there was clearly more underneath. Anger, pain...betrayal, a complexity he seemed to resent. He just wanted a simple life, a goal, somebody he could take out to make his problems go away. And it was clear he had someone in mind.
He suddenly pulled away from Aster, standing as he moved up, fists clenched seeming like he wanted to just hit -something-. Perhaps surprisingly the large male held back though, just breathing in the calming concoction until he slowly strayed from his pacing back to the couch, slouching down and rocking back to sit down with a bit of space between the two now.
“Heh, ya got me all riled up, sssorry about that. I’ll try not to be ssuch a monster, around you at least.” He said as he pulled her dankweed from his mouth, turning it between his two clawed hands for her as he leaned in a bit, but for once his gaze seemed sullen, and the small smile he gave her seemed forced. “I’d hate to dissappoint you...” He repeated then, his voice trying to stay in his jovial manner, but the words themselves were surprisingly genuine.
@Arclight
“And what if it’s what I choosse? Hsssk. You’d be the first to tell me otherwise...I don’t have much of another option. We’re all made to die, anywaysss...I was made to kill, raised to kill. People cheered when I tore the throats from their other pets, they took me into their ranks. Until they threw me away. Now I’m going to go tear their throatss out...or die trying.” Tresshk snarled, his amber eyes looking like they were filled with hellfire, the eyes of a killer. She could see then that many had seen this gaze, the gaze of a killer, one that didn’t hesitate when he made it the last face they would see. But that didn’t mean her words were falling on def ears. It had been his consideration of what she said that brought this forth. Whatever personality the male had, there was clearly more underneath. Anger, pain...betrayal, a complexity he seemed to resent. He just wanted a simple life, a goal, somebody he could take out to make his problems go away. And it was clear he had someone in mind.
He suddenly pulled away from Aster, standing as he moved up, fists clenched seeming like he wanted to just hit -something-. Perhaps surprisingly the large male held back though, just breathing in the calming concoction until he slowly strayed from his pacing back to the couch, slouching down and rocking back to sit down with a bit of space between the two now.
“Heh, ya got me all riled up, sssorry about that. I’ll try not to be ssuch a monster, around you at least.” He said as he pulled her dankweed from his mouth, turning it between his two clawed hands for her as he leaned in a bit, but for once his gaze seemed sullen, and the small smile he gave her seemed forced. “I’d hate to dissappoint you...” He repeated then, his voice trying to stay in his jovial manner, but the words themselves were surprisingly genuine.
@Arclight