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02-13-2015, 03:07 PM
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TORLEIK
Long is the winter of a man's soul The general frowned. His touch was ignored in favor of their task, and that stung a little. He supposed they weren't given very much time to speak between the Earth God's orders, but surely this ridiculous chain of events was not so...important to her that she cared little for his attention? The Bloodskald's aura became somewhat tenebrific when they were instructed to catch small animals and Irelyn's feathers took up a position like a wolf's raised hackles. She was a small animal - and she took offense. 'Not your kind. Tiny ones. Like...a lizard, or a mouse,' he explained, to which the owl-griffin perked up. She could get a rodent. Wheeling upward into the sky and searching, Torleik was left to pay attention to the woman who was apparently caught up in these tasks now. Ophelia said this was stressful and the Bloodskald found he could not muster much compassion. "You are putting them in a small box to save them," he simply murmured. Could she not see that? A pulse through their bond informed him that his small, predatory companion had completed her task and came flapping back with two mice, male and female, in the small little trap. There. They had done what was asked of them. What more would be necessary? This was becoming an annoyance. @[Ophelia] "talk talk talk" 'Mental talking' Thoughts |
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