Heinrix may be better at steeling himself and hiding his emotions, but that still only worked so well when it came to Drukhari. Besides the fact that they literally fed off such discomfort, they're also trained from birth to sniff it out and intensify it. It takes practice with mon-keigh, true, what with their ugly, distorted faces, but Marazhai knows them better than most of his kin. A less experienced Drukhari might struggle with Heinrix's more disciplined countenace, but him?
He chuckles darkly. That defensive reply and that (extra) tightness in his posture is as clear as day. His eyes sharply, hungrily take in every detail. It's an intensity like an animal about to pounce and disembowel him. Though in a Drukhari's case, that's less analogy than simply predictive...
So, as there's a chill, he grins just a little more, but it's ultimately brief. "If it were me" is exciting, but where it ends up is less so. That sharp grin is quick to turn into a scowl and a hiss, and Marazhai straightens back up. He doesn't feel any need to hide his displeasure, since Heinrix has already heard as much*. He doesn't like the metaphor of being leashed yet :). ]
Oh, I am sure you would. A leash so tight that it chokes rather than simply controls, hm?
[ He could make the point more directly, but he just doesn't see the need to explain it. He is leashed, at least by his own standards, and it's a tight one. The continued glare over Heinrix's shoulder makes that clear. ]
It would be funny to see you try. [ He shifts with a laugh, half-crossing his arms. ] Why, next time I go hunting, why not join me? Maybe you could. Or maybe you'll find a little bloodshed— Hm. Not as satisfying. Your mind is too small for that. Let us say relaxing instead.
like the kool-aid man presumably
Heinrix may be better at steeling himself and hiding his emotions, but that still only worked so well when it came to Drukhari. Besides the fact that they literally fed off such discomfort, they're also trained from birth to sniff it out and intensify it. It takes practice with mon-keigh, true, what with their ugly, distorted faces, but Marazhai knows them better than most of his kin. A less experienced Drukhari might struggle with Heinrix's more disciplined countenace, but him?
He chuckles darkly. That defensive reply and that (extra) tightness in his posture is as clear as day. His eyes sharply, hungrily take in every detail. It's an intensity like an animal about to pounce and disembowel him. Though in a Drukhari's case, that's less analogy than simply predictive...
So, as there's a chill, he grins just a little more, but it's ultimately brief. "If it were me" is exciting, but where it ends up is less so. That sharp grin is quick to turn into a scowl and a hiss, and Marazhai straightens back up. He doesn't feel any need to hide his displeasure, since Heinrix has already heard as much*. He doesn't like the metaphor of being leashed
yet :). ]Oh, I am sure you would. A leash so tight that it chokes rather than simply controls, hm?
[ He could make the point more directly, but he just doesn't see the need to explain it. He is leashed, at least by his own standards, and it's a tight one. The continued glare over Heinrix's shoulder makes that clear. ]
It would be funny to see you try. [ He shifts with a laugh, half-crossing his arms. ] Why, next time I go hunting, why not join me? Maybe you could. Or maybe you'll find a little bloodshed— Hm. Not as satisfying. Your mind is too small for that. Let us say relaxing instead.