Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20130801035930/@comment-11588669-20130801215718

Laughing inwardly at the girls bluntness-rather refreshing, for once- Nox shifts his posture into a relaxed postition, though he keeps a hand close to his knife.

"Nothing, aside to get rid of that eyesore you call hair? Ever heard of stealth?" He shoots out, voice filled with malice. Though his eyes gleam with mischief, as he has not had a verbal sparring partener for awhile now. ''Let's see if she stacks up. This should be fun.''

Unfortunately, a migraine chooses now to appear. Hissing out a curse, the dark eyed teen brings one hand to his forehead. The other dips into a belt pouch, removing a flask he takes a sip out of. The headache dulls, to a persistant throb instead of a pulsing maelstrom.

"Those are getting worse and worse now." He mutters, shaking his head. Last thing he needs is to be crippled by pain right now.

Replacing the flask with the clink of vials colliding, he returns his attention to the girl, and smirks a challenge. "Honestly, I don't see why the Hunters chose half of the people here, let alone you." A information probe disguised as an insult. One of his specialities. Aside from...removing obstacles.

Scanning his opponent, he notices her clothes; A light blue sleeveless dress with a split down the side from the thigh down. Fur adorns it, naming her a game-hunter. A northerner. One who seems to use a trident. How...interesting.

Deciding to rile the teal haired girl up even more, he starts sharpening his blade, seemingly dismissing her as unimportant.

Let's see how well you can see through a feint, northerner.