She raises an eyebrow at him. She huffs out a breath through her nose. In a harrumphing manner. "Cruelty can take many forms..Especially when someone thinks they're doing things for the right reasons. " She murmurs simply but firmly back. Crossing her arms. The ends shouldn't justify the means but a good bunch of folk tended to think so. She tried her best to be a student of history in any realm she traveled or stayed in. Macheivillan examples there were aplenty.
Her ear we're firmly back now as she squinty/glowers. She makes a scoffing disbelieving sound. "People don't need fur or scales to be beastly." She retorts twitching her nose again. True giving into baser instincts of certain kinds we're bad. But there were instances of other sorts that were why any race could survive. Fight or flight, nurturing, making nests and dens, bonding and courting rituals. Sharing a meal. Her eyes soften slightly as an old memory or two niggles at the back of her mind.
Before rolling her left shoulder and then squaring both of them. She sighs softly, stubborn much? She half wryly thought, though another part of her understood somewhat of what such events and traumas could do to a person. Ok perhaps talking wasn't gonna cut it? She half thinks as she tries to ponder perhaps another tactic.
She squints and frowns at him again, oh that just rubbed her the wrong way her hairs went up and bristled along with the sudden goosebumps again. She looks down at the hand. Her arms still crossed but.. the fingers of her left-hand curl slightly. Before looking up at him again. Trying to do so straight on, as she debates trying something through her eyes start to go a bit golden. The color of molten coins or honey. The shade of which some of the poets might compare or equate to the moon at it's fullest.
Which was when the sunlight was reflected brightest by the moon. As well as for were kind has an extra pull. In the beliefs of some of her ancestors. The divine twins who represented or ruled both heavenly bodies were two sides of one coin. And even though Apollo was one of the patrons of wolf kind, there were called children of the moon and well most thought that to be Selene. But Artemis was guardian and lover of the wild places, creatures, and the hunt. Among other things.
She smirks wryly and wolfishly, and a little bit sorrowful. As she reaches for the small parcel in her bag. As she replies, "I think ya need to do your homework, Professor. " Before aiming to put the pocket-sized wrapped gift into his palm instead keeping her fingers to the edges of it.
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Her ear we're firmly back now as she squinty/glowers. She makes a scoffing disbelieving sound. "People don't need fur or scales to be beastly." She retorts twitching her nose again. True giving into baser instincts of certain kinds we're bad. But there were instances of other sorts that were why any race could survive. Fight or flight, nurturing, making nests and dens, bonding and courting rituals. Sharing a meal. Her eyes soften slightly as an old memory or two niggles at the back of her mind.
Before rolling her left shoulder and then squaring both of them. She sighs softly, stubborn much? She half wryly thought, though another part of her understood somewhat of what such events and traumas could do to a person. Ok perhaps talking wasn't gonna cut it? She half thinks as she tries to ponder perhaps another tactic.
She squints and frowns at him again, oh that just rubbed her the wrong way her hairs went up and bristled along with the sudden goosebumps again. She looks down at the hand. Her arms still crossed but.. the fingers of her left-hand curl slightly. Before looking up at him again. Trying to do so straight on, as she debates trying something through her eyes start to go a bit golden. The color of molten coins or honey. The shade of which some of the poets might compare or equate to the moon at it's fullest.
Which was when the sunlight was reflected brightest by the moon. As well as for were kind has an extra pull. In the beliefs of some of her ancestors. The divine twins who represented or ruled both heavenly bodies were two sides of one coin. And even though Apollo was one of the patrons of wolf kind, there were called children of the moon and well most thought that to be Selene. But Artemis was guardian and lover of the wild places, creatures, and the hunt. Among other things.
She smirks wryly and wolfishly, and a little bit sorrowful. As she reaches for the small parcel in her bag. As she replies, "I think ya need to do your homework, Professor. " Before aiming to put the pocket-sized wrapped gift into his palm instead keeping her fingers to the edges of it.