03-20-2020, 03:43 PM
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That. Is. Enough. Never presume you may manipulate me in my own mind.
Fuming, he turned his back on the child once again. The likelihood of further rage from the youth felt extremely high but Astiar was looking to him for guidance to the Temple and Nikolai had stepped in.
Ideally, Mercede would not pick a fight with Nikolai; such a conflict would more likely end in the wolverine's favor. Gael found the prospect of having to explain such a situation to Kydobi unappealing. Explaining the egg would be an interesting situation as it was.
Why am I doing this? ... The faerie ground his teeth, finding the answer relatively simple in the end. Salmoné.
... Fine. Gael huffed quietly and returned to leading the cicada through the jungle.
♛ GAEL Ó BROIN
Icy rage coursed through the vulpine's blood. Ears flattened sharply back as a low growl finally left his throat. Glowering, he finally responded to Mercede in turn, pushing his mental voice into her own mind.That. Is. Enough. Never presume you may manipulate me in my own mind.
Fuming, he turned his back on the child once again. The likelihood of further rage from the youth felt extremely high but Astiar was looking to him for guidance to the Temple and Nikolai had stepped in.
Ideally, Mercede would not pick a fight with Nikolai; such a conflict would more likely end in the wolverine's favor. Gael found the prospect of having to explain such a situation to Kydobi unappealing. Explaining the egg would be an interesting situation as it was.
Why am I doing this? ... The faerie ground his teeth, finding the answer relatively simple in the end. Salmoné.
... Fine. Gael huffed quietly and returned to leading the cicada through the jungle.
"ISN'T IT LOVELY?" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / pittian / lamby