Monarch could tell he was maybe pushing too hard, being rude. And yet, he couldn’t stop himself, when doubt was so much at the forefront of this interaction. How could he be a Fae? He was only a wolf. Even if his eyes were a dark as pitch. But he could see something like anger, maybe hatred, lingering in the frown on the boy’s face as he looked at the older, bigger male before him. Their belief clashed spectacularly, it seemed.
The boy moved forward, obstinate, convinced, as he lifted a paw and brushed Monarch with it. Said, I curse you, while leaving some lingering mud behind. And that was it, his dark eyes endless and unreadable as ever, though they were utterly serious. Monarch raised his brows, and glanced around, wondering if anything would happen. But nothing did… at least not yet. He couldn’t understand the feeling of trepidation that settled deep in his gut all the same. A curse, if it was real, would affect him later perhaps, at any time. He wasn’t sure why he had asked for it when now he would be looking out for it everywhere.
He said not to blame him for tripping and getting stung by bees, and Monarch couldn’t help the somewhat amused grin that lifted his lips a little. If that was the worst… maybe he didn’t need to worry. But still, a bit of unease remained. Still, he bowed his head. "I will not blame you, young sir, but I might need to come and find you again, if it does happen,” he said, his face going neutral again. "I’m Monarch. Do you have a name, changeling?” he asked as he started to turn away, waiting for a response, before leaving.
Maybe he unwittingly found a Fae today… or maybe not.
-Exit Monarch-
