Her eyes narrow as he tightens his grip on the leash and holds it away from her as if it's supposed to be out of her reach. It wasn't per se, but, Rip also knew what rules this city plays by. Act out and she might get punished in a way that was definitely not fun.
But, that doesn't mean she won't stand her ground. As he moves closer, Rip straightens up her posture and for once, finds it unnerving to have to look up at someone. Usually, she likes tall men who can take control. However most of those men, even the dangerous ones, didn't set off alarm bells in her head. "Zhat depends on vhether or not you like your mozher. I'm a horrible house pet und prone to murdering annoying people zhat piss me off."
So give up her leash.
She gives the leash another, harsher tug that might just give him the slightest indication that she is a lot stronger than she looks. Add in her pale features with her freckles dusting her skin, the crimson eyes and..the slightly pointed ears poking through her hair? Rip is NOT human.
And she's tensed up the moment his fingertips brush against her pale, cool skin. When his touch lingers, she jerks her head away from his touch and growls. He gets a nice view of a mouth full of fangs as her eyes meet his.
...Rip can see the darker glint hidden among the amusement. That's a look she usually displays when she knows she found the right prey to mess with. Having it suddenly turned on her is...uncomfortable. "I do. Everyone haz a name so zhe question iz vhether or not I should give it to you."
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Her eyes narrow as he tightens his grip on the leash and holds it away from her as if it's supposed to be out of her reach. It wasn't per se, but, Rip also knew what rules this city plays by. Act out and she might get punished in a way that was definitely not fun.
But, that doesn't mean she won't stand her ground. As he moves closer, Rip straightens up her posture and for once, finds it unnerving to have to look up at someone. Usually, she likes tall men who can take control. However most of those men, even the dangerous ones, didn't set off alarm bells in her head. "Zhat depends on vhether or not you like your mozher. I'm a horrible house pet und prone to murdering annoying people zhat piss me off."
So give up her leash.
She gives the leash another, harsher tug that might just give him the slightest indication that she is a lot stronger than she looks. Add in her pale features with her freckles dusting her skin, the crimson eyes and..the slightly pointed ears poking through her hair? Rip is NOT human.
And she's tensed up the moment his fingertips brush against her pale, cool skin. When his touch lingers, she jerks her head away from his touch and growls. He gets a nice view of a mouth full of fangs as her eyes meet his.
...Rip can see the darker glint hidden among the amusement. That's a look she usually displays when she knows she found the right prey to mess with. Having it suddenly turned on her is...uncomfortable. "I do. Everyone haz a name so zhe question iz vhether or not I should give it to you."