The red bull continued to hold a rather calm posture even as the blue stag‘s eyes bore hatefully into him, even as the blood wept from the other stag‘s skull mask. The blood that poured from the blue stag’s mask may have normally been a subject of concern. However Gustiro had seen and smelled the continuous flow before and finally came to the misinterpreted belief that it was natural in some shape or form. The odd display with his now serpentine like eyes went unnoticed by the red bull.
A slight, barely recognizable tilt of his large head was made as the other stag spoke. His expression seemed rather vacant with the exception of the mild curiosity, a blank look in his dark eyes as if something was simply missing there. His ears continually strained forward to catch every word attentively. As the last was spoken, the mocked title hissed forth, the red brute offered his own voice. A single word repeated, coming from his rustic vocal cords in an almost juvenile manner.

"Interest?"

With that spoken word his attention drifted off to stare at some distant point in the forest and here he paused for a considerable amount of time. The curiosity seemed to gradually fade from his eyes. His expression seeming even more dead, lifeless, void. Finally he would speak again. Short, simple.

"Don' know."

His brown gaze returned to the other stag. Just watching him with an empty stare. If the blue stag had expected a lengthy conversation he may be sorely disappointed.

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