Despite being highblooded, Galeos wasnât usually in a bad mood. He was mostly lax, good natured, etc.; things you wouldnât normally associate with a seadweller. Unfortunately though, that wasnât the case tonight. He skulked the streets with his hands balled in his pockets, fins flared to make him appear even larger than he was.
When a shark shifts through the water in the wild, schools of fish swerve around the creature to avoid it. Similarly, trolls stepped to his side, trying to get out of his way in fear of becoming Galeosâ victim. Understandably so, though. He was radiating anger at this point; eyes narrowed and looking straight ahead, cutting down anyone in his path.
The words of his mate echoed in his head, only agitating him more. At this point, he was so focused on why he was mad that he wasnât really paying attention to anything else around him. If his moirail was around, this problem would be solved with a quiet cuddle or two, but he had to solve this on his own. But Alexeiâs voice kept ringing, his badgering about something Galeos didnât even know he was doing wrong.
Ohhh-- he was pissed-- And there it was.
A sudden crash into another troll, someone either too stupid or too ballsy to move, and he stepped back a bit with a growl. The contact snapped him out of his thoughts, but didnât quell his anger at all.
âWatch where youâre fuckinâ goin.â
