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**SlightPhobia** · March 15th, 13, 01:32 AM

Strange. Different. They were both biting words-- words that forced his lips to pull into a very weary sort of expression. His eyes too expressed a quiet sort of agony he was too proud to speak of. Bowing his voice to a gentle lull, he folded his arms and glanced side-long to the dog. "It doesn't matter what sort of clothes I wear. Look at me. There isn't anywhere I can go," he mumbled. He hadn't meant to sound pitiable... Really, he wanted to think of himself as an adult: self sufficient! "...this body..." he mumbled with a quiet loathing. "...this body.... betrays me in every way imaginable..." The dog demon's cold stare was lost to the boy-- he may as well have been glaring inwardly at himself. As arrogant as the child was, he was just as vulnerable and just as self-defeating.
The only thing that re-flagged his attention was when the dog demon mentioned being neither gentle nor a man. The boy frowned before lifting a brow in genuine confusion. "...I beg your pardon... but you most certainly are not a common man-- and you are certainly not a woman!" he proclaimed-- actually defending something of the dog's character. "--You don't rub me as a cur and you speak like an educated person. I will not call you slut or an urchin," he spat-- clearly confused by what Sesshomaru meant. It was odd-- as insulting as he was, he did pay some formal amount of respect to people; particularly if he deemed them visually appealing. Sesshomaru was not unattractive. He was different-- but he was clean and polished. That mattered to Nym. Blushing awkwardly, he looked away from the boy. "--and I will not call you sir as you are not a tutor. Clearly you are not a tutor. No. Certainly not," he stammered. He didn't even want to imagine getting reamed out by this man for failure to complete assignments or cheeking off. That would have been... nightmarish!
Yet another confusing point confronted the boy. The creature was not an ermine. "...but...you have white....fur..." He mumbled as though he could not comprehend that the man was *not* an ermine. Without knowing it, he also mumbled, "...and ermines are so cute when they play...I kind of hoped...." Soon enough he realized what he was mumbling and blushed. "Dgh-- If you are not an Ermine, then what the blazes are you? --Not a Kitsune. Clearly not a Kitsne.... Wolf? --no... shouldn't those face markings be red in that case?" He frowned and then offered the dog demon a hopeless expression of frustration --frustration that stemmed from a lack of understanding. "...I don't get it... Moreover, how can I possibly be addressing you casually if I don't even know your name and rank. If you were so vastly important, wouldn't you have given me that information upon announcing yourself? Tch! You really should if you expect people to stay the recommended ten paces away... and that would be the case for a king and I doubt very much you are the king of... wherever this awful place is," he grumbled. Frowning, the undereducated twit wondered aloud: "...do they even have kings here? --I thought it was emperors.... Eh. I hate history anyhow. Who cares," he groaned.
"Eh? --Who would make a gold blade... it goes on the handle... mm... I had a fencing sword-- the handle was gold...I believe I've lost it..." --because naughty children did tend to lose valuables EVERYWHERE. It seemed at last he had the dog's name and as he mulled the name over in his head, he came up blank. He was unfamiliar with such a name. "Nn... To ask me what I am is sort of rude... but I'll humour you," he mumbled, flipping a few of his unruly sideburns away from his pale cheek. "...My name is Nym Shylock... Viscount, to be precise. I am the constant companion of Prince Shino-- or rather, I was. I grew tired of..." Shuddering, he scoffed and silenced himself. "--That, I do not wish to speak of... but I am no longer in their services. I am still a viscount just the same though," he grunted crossly. He didn't seem to mind being called arrogant. He was aware of the flaw-- and yet-- he did little to nothing to change such a sour fact. As the Dog growled that he would teach him a lesson, the boy Cringed and took a step backwards. "Wh- What?" Rather than flee, his hands instinctively shifted to cover his backside uselessly. Sesshomaru had nothing of the sort in mind! In a snowy-white blur, the fluffy sash snapped around his frame and lurched him off his feet. "UWAA--" he choked before he was sent careening into the stone steps of the temple. Perhaps he might have caught himself on his feet were he not exhausted... a little ailing... and surrounded by mustard seed and old wards. Instead, he caught the steps with his ribs and hip, cracking his head down against one of them as well. The fish-like gasp he let announced his lung had been punctured. This alone should have been fatal, and yet... the cursed blood within him would not see him die so easily. "Gkh!" He sputtered, grasping his ribs roughly. "W..hy?" he wheezed. "--why the hell...." He choked again. Such terrible language for a child. "...I didn't attack you-- god...damned... honorless..." H-Honorless? It wasn't wise to insult a man's code... but then again, Sesshomaru was a demon. "--even for a demon... that was low," he hissed, his voice slowly strengthening. Frowning, he pushed weakly against the temple step to try and pick himself up from the floor. Frustration was mounting as he failed several times. Only then did a flood of tears greet his clear, blue eyes. Though they did not spill down his cheeks, it was clear the boy was quite...upset. "I wanted..... I only wanted..." Pressing his lips together, he cringed.

March 15th, 13, 01:32 AM	#7
SlightPhobia Artist SlightPhobia is offline Join Date: Mar 2013 Posts: 1,021	Strange. Different. They were both biting words-- words that forced his lips to pull into a very weary sort of expression. His eyes too expressed a quiet sort of agony he was too proud to speak of. Bowing his voice to a gentle lull, he folded his arms and glanced side-long to the dog. "It doesn't matter what sort of clothes I wear. Look at me. There isn't anywhere I can go," he mumbled. He hadn't meant to sound pitiable... Really, he wanted to think of himself as an adult: self sufficient! "...this body..." he mumbled with a quiet loathing. "...this body.... betrays me in every way imaginable..." The dog demon's cold stare was lost to the boy-- he may as well have been glaring inwardly at himself. As arrogant as the child was, he was just as vulnerable and just as self-defeating. The only thing that re-flagged his attention was when the dog demon mentioned being neither gentle nor a man. The boy frowned before lifting a brow in genuine confusion. "...I beg your pardon... but you most certainly are not a common man-- and you are certainly not a woman!" he proclaimed-- actually defending something of the dog's character. "--You don't rub me as a cur and you speak like an educated person. I will not call you slut or an urchin," he spat-- clearly confused by what Sesshomaru meant. It was odd-- as insulting as he was, he did pay some formal amount of respect to people; particularly if he deemed them visually appealing. Sesshomaru was not unattractive. He was different-- but he was clean and polished. That mattered to Nym. Blushing awkwardly, he looked away from the boy. "--and I will not call you sir as you are not a tutor. Clearly you are not a tutor. No. Certainly not," he stammered. He didn't even want to imagine getting reamed out by this man for failure to complete assignments or cheeking off. That would have been... nightmarish! Yet another confusing point confronted the boy. The creature was not an ermine. "...but...you have white....fur..." He mumbled as though he could not comprehend that the man was not an ermine. Without knowing it, he also mumbled, "...and ermines are so cute when they play...I kind of hoped...." Soon enough he realized what he was mumbling and blushed. "Dgh-- If you are not an Ermine, then what the blazes are you? --Not a Kitsune. Clearly not a Kitsne.... Wolf? --no... shouldn't those face markings be red in that case?" He frowned and then offered the dog demon a hopeless expression of frustration --frustration that stemmed from a lack of understanding. "...I don't get it... Moreover, how can I possibly be addressing you casually if I don't even know your name and rank. If you were so vastly important, wouldn't you have given me that information upon announcing yourself? Tch! You really should if you expect people to stay the recommended ten paces away... and that would be the case for a king and I doubt very much you are the king of... wherever this awful place is," he grumbled. Frowning, the undereducated twit wondered aloud: "...do they even have kings here? --I thought it was emperors.... Eh. I hate history anyhow. Who cares," he groaned. "Eh? --Who would make a gold blade... it goes on the handle... mm... I had a fencing sword-- the handle was gold...I believe I've lost it..." --because naughty children did tend to lose valuables EVERYWHERE. It seemed at last he had the dog's name and as he mulled the name over in his head, he came up blank. He was unfamiliar with such a name. "Nn... To ask me what I am is sort of rude... but I'll humour you," he mumbled, flipping a few of his unruly sideburns away from his pale cheek. "...My name is Nym Shylock... Viscount, to be precise. I am the constant companion of Prince Shino-- or rather, I was. I grew tired of..." Shuddering, he scoffed and silenced himself. "--That, I do not wish to speak of... but I am no longer in their services. I am still a viscount just the same though," he grunted crossly. He didn't seem to mind being called arrogant. He was aware of the flaw-- and yet-- he did little to nothing to change such a sour fact. As the Dog growled that he would teach him a lesson, the boy Cringed and took a step backwards. "Wh- What?" Rather than flee, his hands instinctively shifted to cover his backside uselessly. Sesshomaru had nothing of the sort in mind! In a snowy-white blur, the fluffy sash snapped around his frame and lurched him off his feet. "UWAA--" he choked before he was sent careening into the stone steps of the temple. Perhaps he might have caught himself on his feet were he not exhausted... a little ailing... and surrounded by mustard seed and old wards. Instead, he caught the steps with his ribs and hip, cracking his head down against one of them as well. The fish-like gasp he let announced his lung had been punctured. This alone should have been fatal, and yet... the cursed blood within him would not see him die so easily. "Gkh!" He sputtered, grasping his ribs roughly. "W..hy?" he wheezed. "--why the hell...." He choked again. Such terrible language for a child. "...I didn't attack you-- god...damned... honorless..." H-Honorless? It wasn't wise to insult a man's code... but then again, Sesshomaru was a demon. "--even for a demon... that was low," he hissed, his voice slowly strengthening. Frowning, he pushed weakly against the temple step to try and pick himself up from the floor. Frustration was mounting as he failed several times. Only then did a flood of tears greet his clear, blue eyes. Though they did not spill down his cheeks, it was clear the boy was quite...upset. "I wanted..... I only wanted..." Pressing his lips together, he cringed.