What’s new with you? (Open)

[Vile Chaos]

Yazmin;

Angry girl is angry. What’s new? She wasn’t angry at a specific thing, not really. She as allowed to be angry because it’s a personality trait, gift bestowed upon her by demons. Aha! That’s why she was mad! Darn demons and their haunting. The dark girl stood in quite a barren landscape, nothing of note to her. It was the same old dead hill over and over again until they faded off into mountains. Cool, so there was also mountains in this new region. Maybe her sister was here, maybe not. She was sent on a very important quest to fin her, you know.

Yazmin sat on just another nameless mount of dirt. Her salmon pink rump was now covered in it, and the winter chill permitted her from jumping into a stream to wash off. And she didn’t feel like washing herself. To be honest, dirt was not that good of a meal. She was steaming, almost to the point that you could see tendrils of smoke coming out of her ears. She hated everything, and that’s on anger disorders.

[emorli]

Arani;

Arani walks tiredly on rocky, dust-covered terrain, kicking up smaller, crushed up stone as she picked up each paw. Her head hangs down, her muscles feeling too fatigued to hoist the weight of her head up to stand proudly over her tall figure and maintain her posture. Her eyes can barely hold themselves open as the long day of traveling in desolate land finally take their hit on her stamina.

You know what sounds good right about now? A nice, cool stream.

Arani can do nothing but fantasize about the cool streams in the spring, from the snow on the mountains, freshly melted and still cold from the temperature.

Her mind is dragged from her daydreaming when her nose is hooked by the scent of another wolf. Her head, still not lifting up, turns to the direction of the scent and she follows it until she sees a charcoal-black figure that's highlighted by fluorescent pink details. The wolf is blurred by the sun shining brightly around her silhouette, her sight being hindered by the glare that's intensified against the darkness of the wolf's fur. Her eyes squint in an attempt to shield her eyes from being damaged.

She stands silently, trying to watch the movements of the wolf and see past the beating sun. The tense posture of the wolf translates to Arani, causing her to stiffen up and decide to list her head up as the female is visibly angry. Maybe talking to a wolf this aggravated would only end up going badly.

[Vile Chaos]

Yazmin;

While the girl was fuming to herself, a stranger approached her from the behind. She, being herself, hadn't noticed and was lost in her own thoughts of anger. It was apart of her, something she couldn't change. No matter how much she wished her disorder just wasn't there, it was. It haunted her like the demons that gave it to her. It had torn her mind into shreds, and there is no repairing it. She was insane because of something she couldn't control.

The girl stood up to pace around, and that's when she saw Arani. The matte coat did very little to reflect the sun, and her brown parts looked like dirt clumps. The other girl didn't seem to mind it, so Yazi decided against point it out. She stayed where she was, facing away from the dull winter sun. Let the girl come up to her.

She did let out a mumbled "¿Dónde será el final hoy?" that the other girl most likely heard. When she thinks she's quiet, it's usually quite the opposite for others. After her question in her natal tongue, she called out and asked "Who are you?"

She expected one of two things: 1. Yazmin to lose her patience and freak out on her, or 2. The other girl gets annoyed with her and leaves. No in between, and either way she ends up alone to fume again about who knows what.

[emorli]

(Just so you know, the spots that look like dirt clumps are meant to be a sort of scaly mast cell tumor, though they aren't meant to be as severe as her picture shows
Arani;

The female allows her eyes to focus on the much smaller wolf and watch her closely as she turns to notice Arani. The tense atmosphere causes her legs to become tense out of instinct, her muscles building up strength as she gets ready to react if the short female decides to attack.

Arani's ears flick forward when the wolf speaks in a foreign language, causing the female's eyes to squint slightly as she tries to understand any basic outline what was said until her thoughts were interrupted by words she's able to understand.

"Who are you?"

Arani's posture doesn't falter at the seemingly innocent question and she tosses the idea of answering in a snarky manner or being transparent with her response.

"Just a lost wolf," she replies honestly in a neutral tone. She watches the features on the female's mug, trying to figure out what she's thinking and how she'll react to her answer. She nods in the wolf's direction, deciding to throw her name out nonchalantly,

"The name's Arani. And who are you?" Arani lifts her leg to scratch on it, trying to relieve the itchy scaled skin protruding out of her fur, making sure to keep her eyes on the short wolf.

[Vile Chaos]

Yazmin;

The other girl seemed casual about the interaction. No doubt she hadn't picked up on Yazi's tense muscles, or glaring eyes. The charcoal girl couldn't help herself, it was in her nature to be mad all the time.

She had introduced herself as a lost wolf. Yazmin wanted to scoff and give her a nasty retort, but she kept it bottled inside of her for a later date. The matte wolf's name was Arani. Pretty, Yazi will have to admit, but not her style. The small girl would rather have a name that screams out unsteady vibes. Off-putting, in a sense. Yazmin's own name reflected what she wanted. When you hear the name, you think angry girl, which is exactly what she is.

Instead of yelling for no reason in particular, Yazmin attempted to act nonchalant. "Then I guess that makes two of us," She commented in a solemn, nasally tone. Yazi tried to calm her body down from who knows what. "My name is Yazmin." She might have a calm exterior from years of practicing and hiding her rage, but her insides are a burning fire inches away from breaking through.