Post by sloth on Jul 24, 2009 21:31:53 GMT -5
Sloth was happily boring a small hole into the side of his lunch, blood, fat, flesh, and muscles sliding down his throat in large bites. He was much too hungry to bother with shreading a piece off to eat from a distance. Instead, the brute had managed to tunnel his way into the bison carcus. It wouldn't be surprising if his entire front torso was covered in blood. All that was really visible of him was his rear end, tail wagging in delight as he attempted to eat himself sick.
At one point, the silver male did have to come for air though. And as he did so, that's when the low hum of voices around him actually registered as angered voices. Lids closed over green eyes several times as they readjusted to the sunlight and observed the odd show before him. "Looks like I'm getting dinner and a show after all," he muttered, lazy smirk on his maw. Though he had full intention of diving back into the buffalo, he'd definately eaten more than his fill and could spare a few moments for entertainment. Sloth had his fare share of gluttony, and he would reap the benefits from any situation that he could.
Sloth was actually quite miffed as Astar dared to take a leg of the bison, and couldn't hold in a sblack person as Wrath once again knocked the larger female around. But then Ardemu had to step in, and mister boss man really knew how to bring down a high. The young male seemed awefully cranky, the way he suddenly emerged on the scene barking orders like an angry old man with a shotgun. Sloth reached a rear leg up to scratch at an itch as he debated whether or not to add his two cents into the conversation. Sure he was annoyed. The question was, was he annoyed enough to actually bother wasting energy on expressing his opinions?
"Man Ardy, you really know how to kill a party," he finally grumbled, mind neither hear nor there. The brute had settled back on his haunces and was watching the action rather intently. He wasn't quite sure what was going on, however, fore the words fell on deaf ears. Sloth hated to listen to rambling, and thus had become quite adept at tuning it out. The only differences he picked up in all the chitchat were the various sounds of voices, though he did manage to pick up on a few key words and phrases.
Shooting a quizical look at Rapture as the the crazed Mexican darted in to lap up drops of blood, he shook all question from his head and turned back to the arguement at hand. As far as he could tell, everyone had gotten it all wrong. Astar was an idiot suckup who didn't know when to shut up and couldn't keep her facts straight. Wrath was a ball of fury that seemed rather indecisive on a course of action. Rapture, surprisingly, was lost to his own little world. And mister bossy Ardemu needed to get a few things straight if he planned on shooting his mouth off without looking like an idiot.
Plastering a lazy smile onto his bloodied maw, the lazy ass rolled his eyes and tilted his head to one side. "Yo fuck-ups!" he drawled, not bothering to budge from his spot. If he was gonna get in trouble for this, they'd have to come over to him to dish it out. He was too lazy to walk right into it. "Chill out. Your yammerin' gives me a headache. I actually had to work for this friggin' meal, and you're all makin' it real hard to enjoy." He had to pause a moment to yawn, for a full belly always made him rather sleepy. Then, he continued in the same semi-annoyed, semi-indifferent tone. "The hypocrite suck-up's got an odd sense of reality. I was hungry, so I went huntin'. Not my fault the two bitches followed me and don't know how to shut the hell up. And as for this eatin' first business, where I come from you kill it you eat it. When you make a kill, eat first all ya want, Ardy. It's stupid to let fresh meat go to waste just 'cause someone's late to the party."
A short blast of air flared the nostrils of his black nose as he let his gaze drift from wolf to wolf. It was the most Sloth had said since meeting these rogues, and probably the most he would say for a while. ...Unless someone actually took the time to engage him in conversation, of course. It was kind of funny, really. Sloth had barely caught a word of what anyone else had said, and yet he'd somehow still managed to get the jist of the conversation. Now if only Wrath had stuck around instead of taking off at a dead run. The wolves he now chose to associate with really were quite strange. One expected them all to understand pack life, and the rest couldn't seem to resist arguing amongst themselves. Why couldn't they all just be more like him? If Sloth did nothing good while holding rank with the Knaves, maybe he could at least teach them all how to relax and just go with the flow.