Ace Tyrant
"Yes, Ace?"
The blonde had never heard something so simplistic so bitterly spoke in all his life of walking this corrupted world. Ember's expression barely changed during their introduction, which is quite suprising since he thought the pair of them had a decent relationship before she left. He thought she would have shown the smallest bit of pleasure upon their reunion. He thought he had broken into her shell, but over the years it had seemed to grow back. Due to her aggression only decreasing by the tiniest amount, he still held his hands high in submission.
"Oh um...I'm j..just suprised I bumped into you again." Ace stammered, stumbling over his words awkwardly. "Are you no longer with your boyfriend?" He questioned with a curious glare, memories of the white haired male who seemed to have a large amount of hatred to Ace danced through his mind unpleasantly. Though they triggered a series of more blissful memories such as the young feral girl he had befriended and spent many months with. He would do anything to have her in his company again.
"CAN'T I GET SOME KIND OF PEACE HERE?!"
The blonde flinched so hard he more on less leapt on the spot at the sound of the bellowing. Once again the German Shepard began spitting out loud barks and snarls, circling around his masters legs defectively. "Quiet boy...QUIET. You are the reason why he is yelling do you even realize that?" Ace told the canine below him, who did not silence but atleast lowered the volume. The blonde held a light, handsome yet uncomfortable grin. He grabbed at the dogs collar, holding him between his legs so he did not hurtle towards the dark haired Neco in the distance. "I apologize Sir." Was his simple yet needed response.
"I guess you want to be left alone Ember. Sorry for disturbing you. By the way, I quite like your hair that length...Um..not that my opinion really matters of course. If it is a trouble for you, you could cut it I guess." Ace advised the woman ahead of him in a gentle tone, as though one wrong word would trigger the minefield, which by the seems of the situation was completely true. He turned to sling the Elk carcass across his back once more, but when he faced the river again, Champ was gone.
Something smell so good. Oh boy. So good. The black beast trotted happily towards the smell of cooking flesh for barely a minute or two, his collar clicking as he dashed, before he stumbled upon the stranger who had a angry outburst at his level of noise before. Hello man yes. Friends yes. Smell so good yes. The man however was cooking meat and therefore did not seem like someone who was a enemy to Champ. He approached recklessly, nudging at the Neco with his snout before suddenly standing to attention before letting his butt hit the ground with a hard flump.Please yes. He knew that at home with Ace if he sat he got what he wanted, maybe this man was no different?