furious fanged folly

He scoffed and playfully cuffed her about the air, the gesture too soft to cause her any pain. “Respect your elders’ he ordered. “We’re old farts the believe the wind only blows one way” his eyes were dancing, and she would see the joke for what it was. It was true that the Warlord had had more of a stick up his ass when he had been a guard, intent only on protecting his Empress, both her body and her image, demanding respect in others. He was a little more lax about how he received it himself now that he was a leader in his own right.

He snorted further at her mention of the Klein’s. Something else that would have riled him up, before their mistreatment of Zee had turned him a little sour. His respect was for Deathbelle and some few in the family that had earned it, not so much the rest.
“Got anyone in mind?”

“It’s easier than you would expect, and we have a natural advantage, if you withstand the feeling of your teeth scraping into something. Of course, best get use to that, your fangs will be a strong advantage to bite down to bone” he said, indicating her fangs. ”here” he said, tossing her a stick. “Wood is one of the easiest things to mold. We can move on to more difficult tools later. He placed a finished speer next to her stick. [b] “You’ll want to go at it at an angle, like this.” he demonstrated. “To whittle at the point faster than the base” he began to lecture her slowly on how to craft a sharp point on the stick.