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Post by »Image on Nov 20, 2011 20:04:22 GMT -5
PHRINO "Get the heck out of my face if you know whats good for you."
Cornered in a back crevice of cold stone and towering walls of rock, Phrino growled a caged tiger's warning. Don't mess with me. He was surrounded completely by three wolves, given two options from which to choose his fate. Go easily and get sold into a wretched institution of slavery. Or fight his bloody way out. Trained in the art of warfare, the choice had been predetermined.
His fur spiked straight along his spine, eyes flashing fury in golden slits. This was the ferocious animal that Dachau's legends had only rumored about. He was a Zielle! An esteemed, respected Head Zielle. Who had made the plans to drag him to this unforgiving place? Hmph. Who cared. The one who looked weakest would pay first. Phrino's eyes narrowed as he considered his tormentors, selecting the one directly to his left. Inattentiveness would cost him dearly. Snarling retribution, Phrino lunged at the nearest wolf, teeth wide.
His opponent had the unlucky fortune of not watching his proximity to the oppressed. And to top it off, Phrino was not one to miss his mark. He was enraged, clamping on the wolf's neck like a vice. He would not, could not let go. The warmth of blood broke into his mouth, a sweet taste compared to the foul aroma and scents that had plagued him for days as he waited for an opportunity at escape. Now was his time to turn the tables. The wolf in his grasp was growing weaker, the scrabbling and attempts to slip free slipping into fainter, slower spasms. Phrino relished the feeling, his jaws aching from the energy, the adrenaline numbing. This feeling of euphoria at another wolf's death was strange and delusional, fueling kindle for the roaring fire.
"Dachau-scum!"
The next blow stung like iron hot fury as a new, livid pain laced across his muzzle. The other wolves had joined their accomplice, trying to free him before the clock, and his time, ran out. A pair of teeth now clamped on Phrino's own neck scruff, choking his air supply, dragging him into a subconscious of the world. Air. He needed air. Phrino stubbornly refused himself the thing he desired, greed to end the suffering of his prey overcoming him in a flash. You won't get away that easily.
Phrino's vision went black. The color drained, lost for the need to breathe. The male gave in after he could no longer stand the burning, ripping, tearing sensation that screamed from his lungs. He needed to live more than this mongrel needed to die. At his release, the victim staggered away, the crimson water dripping in a mad rush. The pressure on his throat lifted, but only barely. Phrino allowed himself to be directed towards the wall, force his only dictator. Panting with exhaustion, Phrino gave up, his eyes flickering a subdued hue of amber. He was beaten. The head wolf was swift to pin Phrino to the ground, snarling in his face with a new vengeance plastered inside the threat he spoke.
"You're gonna wish you'd never done that, mutt."
Phrino whined outwardly at the words. The once high ranking male scrabbled to get away from the brooding temper and building anger, a small silver of fear creeping into his mind. Would they kill him? Possibly. He'd tried to take one of their own. Hmph. They'd deserved it. For a moment the barely forgotten image of Dünen flashed across Phrino's memory, followed by the striking frame of her. Wicca. This couldn't be the last time he'd think of her, in all her feminine beauty and defying arrogance that he loved to hate. As a last ditch effort, Phrino cast his gaze towards the night streaked heavens. Brenn. If you're out there, anywhere, please. Help me. [/size] |
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Nov 25, 2011 18:22:33 GMT -5
Post by Wolf on Nov 25, 2011 18:22:33 GMT -5
Wicca
A beautiful golden brown female walked behind her guards, fantasies filling her mind of a time when she would have crowed to be surrounded by guards who were entrusted to protecting her. Of course, these weren't quite the famed guards of royalty that protected the alphas and their pack. These weren't guards of old, but rather, the kind that required her to hang her head and beg, less they chain her up. She hated the cold bite of those curséd metal cuffs, so she did as they asked. Binding her spirit into a protective case, resistant to the blows and harsh curses of these cruel wolves, so that when the time came she would be ready. But until then, their disrespect would echo in her ears as she played the overly submissive groveler. How it hurt her spirit and pride, but she knew it would give her the best chance later...
As her head bowed so beneath the moonlit night, her eyes dull with falsity and a slowly dieing hope, the femme's ears caught a sound. Just a whisper, as though from a distance, but the rage and pride that floated through her ears were like lyrics from the most haunting and beautiful song imaginable. It couldn't be! Phrino would never have been captured as a slave in these curséd lands; he was too well respected and widely known in Dünen! But how familiar that sound had been... Wicca's ears must be playing tricks on her. She had always been known as a trickster, oh the irony, her own body turning against her! Her muzzle barely closed around the snort of sarcastic humor, and the guard walking to her right, as they led her to her new cage, turned to her with rage in his eyes.
What is so funny, slave? He snapped, a large black-ish brute. Wicca let a wild, feral look glaze over her expression as she turned her gaze to him and cackled. What isn't funny, guard? The phantoms of life and death haunt over us all, and you know what goes around comes around. They say karma is three times as harsh as the original wrong, you know? Amusement wrestled itself down in her gut, knowing she must keep this crazed look so they'd think she'd gone nuts. If they thought over her words too much they'd realized she'd just threatened and insulted them, but so far they seemed oblivious to that fact. Just the way she liked it; pitting her intelligence against these obviously stupid brutes.
The guard simply shook his head, looking slightly worried. She's nuts.. He muttered, and the others murmured their assent, wary eyes flickering towards Wicca. They knew her name and reputation as a witch of sorts, and it worried them greatly, but so far she had just come across as very submissive, easy going, and slightly nuts. As their attention went elsewhere again, Wicca perked her ears and gazed around, until she caught the sights and sounds of a fight in the near distance. Focusing, she caught the gorgeous tan and gray swathed body of the male she loved. Terror and agony swept through her as she saw a guard drag him by the throat from the brute he had been trying to kill, pride at his courage and recklessness. Phrino.... She whispered, then in a swift action she bunched her powerful hind legs and threw herself over the guard who had spoken before, propelling her way through the cages and bars towards her love. Phrino!! She howled louder, drawing everybody's attention from Phrino and the other slaves and towards herself. Wicca's body sped quickly enough that she could more or less easily dodge those who made a grab for her.
In the moonlight and glow of the silver stars above, the jailyard was bathed a steel gray, making it seem cold and cruel, which it was of course. But in this silver light, Wicca's pelt glowed molten gold, like liquid sunlight, and her amber eyes were almost invisibly blended with her fur. Like an illusionist she jumped between the guards and Phrino, and a great rumbling snarl rolled through her chest even as she touched her nose to Phrino's side, an equally great agony in her amber depths. Why... She whispered sorrowfully.
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Post by Kyren on Nov 26, 2011 11:53:30 GMT -5
Shard had his own land now. He hadn’t expected the sense of pride and accomplishment that came with the territory. Still, the emotion was quick to come and quick to leave. What had happened was behind him, and now his thoughts turned to the future. What good was having land without his own pack? Might as well still be a Freior if he didn’t plan to have wolves following him. His boundaries were marked, and he planned to be gone no longer than necessary with hopes that no other dominor would try to steal the land while he was gone.
Shard turned his gaze towards auktion rock, one place he hadn’t travelled as a Freior but certainly knew where to find it. Any wolf who wasn’t a dominor needed to be careful around that rock if they didn’t want to be sklavins themselves. Now it was Shard’s turn to visit, and to find his own sklavins. Not that he’d be likely to find any wolves of good quality there for a strong pack, but at least it would be a start. As long as he found wolves that could help in the hunt or guarding his barriers or even just add to his numbers to make other predators wary of entering his land, that’s all that was necessary in the beginning.
Shard had to admit he was curious as he approached auktion rock that he had been curious as to what it would look like, mostly because he had never been there. True, he had known the wolves themselves that were out there to keep the sklavins from escaping were probably the cruelest of the lot, and the sklavins would be in poor shape, but what he’d been curious of more was the land. Now as his paws struck the hard rock and saw the lack of shade to protect one when the sun was up high, and the scent of despair the place seemed to carry he knew, Shard was certain he wouldn’t miss the place when he left.
The black dominor walked with his head up, and eyes that seemed as hard as flint, and promising pain to any who challenged him. Where once he would have considered actually trying to stick up for a few of the sklavins that were being treated so badly, now Shard chose to just ignore their plights. It was none of his affair. It did look like there was a bit of excitement going on a ways off down the rock. A lot of angry guards, and two sklavins that seemed to know each other, or at least the female certainly seemed to recognize the mail. Related? Friends? Whatever the reason, this wasn’t really the place you wanted to find one you cared about.
Two sklavins that knew one another. It could be a hindrance, if there was a battle and the two teamed up against him to fight for freedom. It could also help if they both acknowledged Shard as leader and were loyal to him. The male had been apparently been causing commotion earlier, or at least that was Shard’s guess by having heard some rather violent noise in his direction earlier. The way the other wolves had been watching him, one panting for air and all looking quite upset seemed to agree with this belief.
Well, he wanted some sklavins and he might as well take the two that had stuck out. Shard wasn’t really feeling any desire to stay in this place all that long. The tree’s, water, and nature of his new land called to him, especially hear where it was so devoid of everything his land possessed. Shard certainly didn’t bother hurrying his steps to get there, just watching the show play out as he approached. He walked up the all wolves, letting his eyes meet both sklavins and their guards. “Having difficulties?” Shard didn’t bother saying who the question was to, imagining right now both guards and sklavins were having problems. The guards would likely assume them, as why would a dominor talk to sklavins and ignore the guards? Then again, hearing what the sklavins had to say, or not say would give a feel for what their personalities would be like before he took the two with him.
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Nov 26, 2011 20:04:03 GMT -5
Post by »Image on Nov 26, 2011 20:04:03 GMT -5
PHRINO A young female's voice called him into the living. He'd given up, he'd been broken. After the months of torture and the painful loss of his beloved country, finally something in Phrino shook back to reality. Brenn, the one God he had hated for so long, prevailed. As the glimmering teeth sunk into Phrino's thin neck and he frantically whined his apology, a bolt of gold rushed to his side. Startled by the sudden flash and arrival of another wolf, the guard pining Phrino lifted his grip, flinching backwards with a snarl. Phrino himself was equally as surprised, his eyes widening to look upon whoever had saved him.
Wicca.
Like a flash she was back, haunting his life, his mind. How? Where had she come from? Who had sent her? In the blinding light it seemed an angel hovered over him, protecting, watching, caring. He laid on the ground where he had slumped from the wall, his eyes jolted, a new look plastered there. All those weeks he had spent looking for her. All the agony he had gone through, only for her to appear so suddenly. It was almost too much. And the way she had called his name! It sent shivers down his back, ripples from nose to tail-tip.
"Why..."
It was no louder than the softest whisper and yet it reverberated and pounded in his mind, asking, repeating. Why Phrino? Why? Shame spread like fire over his fur, deafening his voice, making his subconscious bold. How could he have let her down? Seeing him in the bondage of slavery. How pathetic. Inwardly he cursed himself, the eyes clamping shut as to block the scene out. Maybe this wasn't even happening. He had loved her, but not enough to speak the words, not enough to put solid action behind the secret desires and romances. His admiration had cost his dignity. When she left, a part of him--however small--had fled too, off the Dachau borders and responsibilities, floating away. The arrogance to fight and protect his country had left much quicker than he had gained it. Maybe his loyalty to the state had been in question all along.
“Having difficulties?”
The Auktion Rock's notorious yelling and the arrival of a new voice forced him to face the play before him. A new, brash cinder male had strode up to the mayhem, joined the fray. Lovely. Phrino's old spirit rose within him for a moment. No, shut it your trap and leave. The former zielle growled uncomfortably, struggling to stand on his legs, shaking, exhausted. Food had been withdrawn and alongside ran away the energy and fire he had been so infamous for. Still, his voice rumbled with some effort from his previous life, strong and aggressive. Bite me.
"None that requires your involvement. Sir."
Phrino snarled once more before turning to his only companion. It wasn't compassion that now flooded his eyes, not happiness or relief at seeing her. Just a simple look of subdued sadness before a rush of hurt, betrayal. When he had gone to check on her in Dünen she had been gone, not a trace as to where she had fled to. He felt like a misled pup, lost to a feeling, an emotion without words. She had left him, not even thought to take him along. Hmph. She could obviously get along just fine without him.
Maybe the bitter disappointment of losing Wicca had shattered his confidence to breaking. Maybe it was a combination of the loss and ultimate shock of being caught in such a situation. He'd loved her once. Now? Never. Thanking her for the courageous deed didn't even register. Phrino's golden eyes lingered on her gleaming fur once before he snorted in contempt, whispering one thing.
"Traitor."
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Post by Wolf on Nov 27, 2011 22:31:27 GMT -5
Wicca
Wicca first saw the delicious recognition in his eyes, the fleeting instance of joy in his eyes. Had he missed her? After those weeks of agonizing love she had put forth to the former Zielle, unreturned, she had given up and fled in embarrassment- seeking refuge in the solace only changing scenery and days of padding paws could bring her. She had given up on the strict set of Dünen and Dachau in general, seeking only the life of a lone traveller. And then she had accidentally travelled too far, reaching the borders where slave hunters reside. Captured there, she had first fought like a demon from the underworld, but then gave in to a false facade of groveling submission.
And now the blasted brute had returned to torment her broken spirits that she had long since fought to bury, reopening cavernous wounds that had just begun to heal at the edges. Broken, yes, wounded, yes, but still him. Phrino.... Her wondering, wounded, agonized thoughts were but mere fleeting dreams, for as she opened her maw he did as well, and she shut hers in the old respect of a lesser wolf to her Zielle; of a she-wolf to that whom she did love with every bone in her lesser body. And the words he spoke, those terrible treacherous things, took her previously unbearable pain and rendered it as though a walk in the park. Traitor. He whispered, eyes filled with a hate that caused her to writhe and pull away in shock and betrayal. That simple word caused her heart to crush and burn, and her hurting sores to rip and tear to shreds her very soul.
Phrino, no! Me, traitor? To you, whom I loved and still do? Never! She cried with utter agony, completely ignoring the newest arrival to their little scene, and the guards who now encircled them both, hiding any possibility that she was anything but a slave herself. Sleek and healthy, but broken and enslaved no less.
Tears ran down her dusty golden cheeks at the thought that he saw her so, and great, rolling sobs wracked her chest and throat until a lump lodged there and she could hardly speak. I only did what I saw fit, and that was to leave you alone, for it was clear that you did not share my feelings, and I could settle for naught less then your heart as mine, so I left before I did something so terrible as to make you hate me. But I see I failed in this mission, and I am sorry.
For the first time since her capture, her spirit truly and utterly broke; that clear, livid light that lay in her eyes as she taunted guards with her madness, as she hid her true self, and bowed falsely to hone them into relaxing and trusting- it was all gone now. She was truly broke, and the guards could see it as easily as she felt it, and as easily as she knew Phrino would see it. The light dieing in her eyes, the ferocious fighting spirit that had led her to easy clear the entire battalion of guards to get to her love, the proud angle of her head and tail even as the whip was brandished before her. It all faded and died and drooped now, and she backed up from Phrino's side, where her muzzle had still been brushing his side with terrible joy at seeing him, despite the conditions in which it was to happen. Phrino, enslaved! How?
None of her business- evermore.
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Nov 27, 2011 23:40:55 GMT -5
Post by Kyren on Nov 27, 2011 23:40:55 GMT -5
"None that requires your involvement. Sir."
Shard didn’t respond, didn’t even appear to notice the response. His gaze drifted from the guards and two wolves to the other sklavins littering the area. It was rather like finding the only available prey was half-starved rats, there was just no really appealing sklavins here at the moment. Then again, some of these wolves might be worth more when not in this place, where the worst could be so easily drawn out. On that note, some might have just been torn up enough to be on better behavior than normal. Getting both of these two at the same time was asking to bring back drama to his peaceful land. Looking over more sklavins on the other hand didn’t appear any more promising.
With a sigh he focused his gaze on the two sklavins before him for a moment. Words such as ‘traitor’ and ‘love’ skittered about in the conversation. This might be a long trip back to his land. Of course he could just demand they stay quiet on the trip back, but probably better to hear what they were thinking for now, get a feel for them and learn what to expect in the future. “I’ll take these two,” spoken to the wolves surrounding them. “You two, try to work out your differences quickly. I don’t want to have love quarrels going on constantly amongst anyone in my pack, including sklavins. Come on, you’re mine now and I want to get away from here before the sun rises and it gets hot.”
So which was going to be the trouble maker, or would it be both of them? The male had seen subdued and then seemed a bit more spirited for a moment. The female on the other hand seemed more subdued now, the hope she’d first had on seeing this male apparently had vanished. Love and heartbreak had a bad habit of messing with ones emotions. If these two weren’t focused on each other Shard was pretty confident they’d leave with him on command, but while they were playing out some love drama he wasn’t as sure. Turning around he walked off a few steps, turning his head ever so slightly to see if they were following. Taking time to correct them for not obeying would take more time that could be used for travelling so he really did hope they obeyed.
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Post by »Image on Nov 28, 2011 16:10:58 GMT -5
PHRINO However much anger Phrino radiated, it was clear to him the sorrow and remorse as Wicca sputtered her apology. It was the great shaking and trembling breaths that drew him in, the sweetness and lyrical attachment to her words, the way her voice announced her feelings, bare and naked to anyone who wished to see them. The emotions were spread wide and coated in a sense of honesty. But the male's golden eyes did not waver from the new dominor's, instead flickering a new regret as he spoke in agreement, a sense of wicked content.
"Certainly, M'lady."
It was the sarcasm that was the freshest, rolling off his tongue. Pride refused to allow him a tender touch, a nuzzle of sympathy. He had missed her, searched for her with longing. And here he was, playing hard to get. Hmph. I don't want anything to do with her. He would have nothing to do with her. If she was bought alongside him he would act completely indifferent to her presence, unfaltering, unswayed. That, was that.
The affairs settled inside his mind, Phrino turned his attention back to the dominor that had, so far, ignored his haughty response. Interesting. Phrino cast a narrowed glance at the male, surveying his temperament, attempting to read him with the skills Dachau had naturally provided him. His previous occupation had been a personality reader--why not use that to his advantage? Phrino slowly closed his eyes to the outside world, his mind fluttering over the surrounding wolves. The hustle and bustle was screaming and shouting in his ears, demanding to be heard. There would be no insight today. Shocked from the moment, the male opened his eyes to the brightness with a grumble.
“You two, try to work out your differences quickly. I don’t want to have love quarrels going on constantly amongst anyone in my pack, including sklavins. Come on, you’re mine now and I want to get away from here before the sun rises and it gets hot.”
Impatient? Phrino couldn't blame him for a moment--the crowded ways of the Auktion Rock were enough to drive any sane wolf insane. Add the gut-retching odors and the sheer absurdity and atrocity and it became a melting pot for crazies. Phrino was more than happy to leave; not only would he be out of this hell hole, but he might then have a better chance of interpreting his new master's mind. With a courteous dip of his head and a soft reply, Phrino complied more than easily. Wicca would probably wonder what happened to her bold fighter, decider of fates. Phrino had never been a slow wolf and now was no exception to the precedent. If one was to survive, assimilation was absolutely necessary--if only for a short while. Heck, acting the part of a dutiful slave would only make things easier.
"By your leave, master."
Part of the male longed to shuffle over to Wicca's side and reassure her of safety and his secure protection. The pride, the long built pride held him back, his conscious snarling angrily. Instead of turning to Wicca and nudging her to their new, combined home, Phrino trotted up to the dominor's side, his place forgotten. His mind set had flawlessly switched from sklavin to his former Zielle role. The leader, the decision maker, the ultimate commander. It seemed his previous thoughts had been tossed on the back burner as they trotted along, Phrino's stride only a shoulder length behind the dominor's. Whether the closeness was appropriate was not an important matter right now. Forgetting the look Wicca had given him, had shot him in her sorrowful apology was. With a deep breath and a push from inside, Phrino lept for a new beginning.
"Name's Phrino. And you are...?"
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Post by Wolf on Nov 28, 2011 20:37:47 GMT -5
Wicca [/size][/color] Wicca recoiled as Phrino continued to ignore her, and let her head droop for an instant. Then, she reached into her deepest depths and gathered all the reserve and shielding that a hurt female can possess, and thrust her head and tail high. Her amber eyes flickered to her new "master", and she nodded briskly.
No problems here master, I don't know what got into me. I am ready now. She bowed with all the perfection of months of falsity towards such wolves, and trotted after him, keeping a respectful distance behind him, unlike Phrino, who was asking for a beating with his disrespect. To his left and slightly apart, she kept her mouth shut, though her posture remained proud and defiant. Maybe she was asking for a beating as well, but whenever she managed to piss someone off too much she played her madness with a flourish.
At that thought she cackled softly to herself, glazing her eyes over as she stared at the sky, singing to herself. Oh Mr.Moon, moon; Bright and shiny moon; Won't you please shine down on me? Oh Mr.Moon, moon; Bright and shiny moon; Won't you come out behind that tree? Right over there theres an owl in a tree (bah doom bah doom) here he comes swoopin' down on me. All the while cackling and grinning like a fool. Good to play out her part early on, so it wouldn't seem false when she was in need of it to escape a beating. And oh, did she play her cards well, her eyes dancing with a crazed light as she skipped merrily behind her master and love, completely ignoring Phrino.
Master, master, alabaster! She hummed with delight, then ducked sideways as a blue and black butterfly fluttered by. Mystic, mystic, magic, Wicca. She murmured softly, then let herself fall silent as she once again padded silently and obediently behind the two brutes. Let them think what they will, she played her stuff so convincingly that no one could doubt that, except perhaps Phrino.
Wicca's eyes darted towards Phrino's tan form, and let her gaze trail over that handsome form, if rugged from days of harsh treating. Longing soared in her heart, but she captured and tied it tightly down, and stuck her eyes to her new master's tail, tracing how it swung proudly behind him, and let her mind go completely blank until nothing else filled her mind.
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Post by Kyren on Nov 28, 2011 21:42:08 GMT -5
Whatever thoughts Shard had about his new sklavins were quite frankly none of their business, and he had no intentions of letting any of his thoughts slip through body language. His expression therefore seemed rather bland to most any keen eye. The wolf may have been alive for only four years, but he’d seen much in that time and chosen to learn what he could from his pain filled lessons. Nothing good came from blatantly showing one’s emotions, or rushing into something because your emotions swayed you on that course. The sklavins were following, he moved to a light trot, something good for eating up a lot of distance without having to tire and rest. Their comments about leaving had been of interest to Shard as he reflected on them..
"By your leave, master."
No problems here master, I don't know what got into me. I am ready now.
From Phrino he had detected pride earlier, in both his sarcastic response to a dominor, to the gaze the wolf had given him only a few moments ago as if assessing him, and even to his comment on the female being a traitor. Wolves that think little of themselves would not likely be so hurt from a betrayal, some would just accept it was their fault for not being good enough. Yet he was quick enough to acknowledge him as master, at least in words.
Now, the female on the other hand was yet another bit of amusement. She also offered proper words and yet her stride didn’t fit in with what he’d imagine of many a sklavin, at least not many that he’d met. Had she been free until receantly, or perhaps an alpha with a lot of patience or one who thought higher of sklavins than most? Whatever the case may be, while both of these wolves offered pretty words he wasn’t all that sure either would be as submissive as they said.
Well, it could mean possible problems. Of course at the same time it could mean two strong wolves who would be a good addition to a pack. Either way, it meant he’d have to keep an eye on the two of them. Certainly was an interesting choice of sklavins he grabbed to start off his new pack with. Well, since when had he ever chosen the best way to handle any situation?
Shard waited until auktion rock had been out of sight for a few minutes before stopping. He turned his head to make sure his eyes were meeting Phrino’s, not hard considering how close they were, “Phrino, charming name.” The words were offered rather casually for a dominor speaking to a sklavin, “tell me Phrino? How long have you been a sklavin?” The words were gentle, his muscles relaxed, and in truth after saying his bit his eyes turned to glance at Wicca as if Phrino’s answer wasn’t all that important.
“Excuse me, Mystic Wicca,” the name was said with the tone of a tolerant amused parent, “I would suggest you be careful. I know loves bite is harsh, and that Phrino has apparently driven you to the edge of sanity, but darling I prefer songs over rhymes, especially the rhymes that include me.” These two would not get boring soon would they?
Did he truly believe Wicca mental? Well, he would be a lot more likely to believe it had he not seen her with Phrino earlier. Her passion, and focus she’d given Phrino suggested she wasn’t quite so lost in her mind. Still, there are many ways in which a mind works, far more than Shard could guess at, so while he sincerely doubted this was anything more than an act, it certainly was convincing enough to play a long. However, if this was the part that she wanted to play, best make her play it well.
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