Come ride with me through the veins of history.
I'll show you how God falls asleep on the job. Hector stood in agreement with Thor, he had a little more tact than the Throat Soldier did who simply put things bluntly like a typical warrior. Maybe he would learn the art of crafting beautiful words to sound nice on others ears, but for now that skill would have to wait. For the obsidian stud before him had replied, the tone still the same but the story surprisingly one he could relate to. An ironic smile began to play on his lips as it dawned on Hector that this ones past may not be that different from his own, he wondered if this Duchanar was outcast like he was or if he simply chose to walk away from his own home. His leonine tail flicked as his gaze turned thoughtful and considered the stranger before him, certainly he had a tone that Hector wanted to bray out of him and an infuriating way with words that was bound to play havoc with his blood pressure. However, he softened his voice a little when he next spoke, his words quieter than the last time as he tried to bring peace to this little fight that was brewing. |
• Dragon's Throat Rank Experience: Fortify | Level 3
• Permission given for moderate power play, magical influence and damage at all times