Ghost Stories and Campfire Songs [AW]

Ashiel peered through the fog, ears twitching at the sound of movement, of something that was fair sized, but not overly gargantuan. It did not move like a cat and did not lumber like a bear. Peridot gaze narrowed as he rolled his shoulders forward, lowering his crown to align with his spine as his limbs prepared for battle. What emerged from the fog was a large, slender femme who was glaring daggers at him. He glared right back as she spoke through her accent, causing his hackles to raise. The audacity of some of these mortals! He didn't know what a Copil was but he certainly wasn't going to let the insult slide.

Ashiel drew his head up sharply, his tail waving high behind him in a position of dominance. "I'm a deity," he snapped, "a descendent of the fallen god. I command as I please. I do not know what you mean by this 'copil', mortal, but be advised that even in this form I can tear you asunder." Ashiel held his gaze, letting the tension spool in the air between them as he waited on her next move, eager to see if it would result in battle, an apology, or a game of words.