I just wanna run like a child
for Theory
Fertile
05-23-2020, 07:50 PM
And what a mess it was. Theory was still bristling, but it was clear that the wind had been stolen from her sails. There was no way she'd win in a fair fight and her bracers were chafing from the salt water. Not wanting to ruin the new leather that Brandr had worked so hard on, Theory awkwardly "dismounted" Kai and waded a few quick steps backwards. She still leered at him, her eyes trained for any small movement, but she couldn't back up a full assault. She let out a short yip that sailed across the sands to Alouette in the trees, letting the raven know to remain on alert. If she took to the skies they could have the whole of Abaven here in a flash. She wasn't really in danger, right? Instead, she listened. He was funny, she'd grant him that. Debtor? Oh, no. This whole mess was his fault? Theory raised her lips in disgust. "You've... caused me a lot of trouble, you know?" She sputtered. So many sleepless nights. The bruises and cuts she'd sustained from the raid still ached, although luckily no one had been mortally wounded. Acere wouldn't have left quite so clean and white-furred if there had been any serious injuries. She rolled her eyes when he mentioned the "old man" - Theo remembered now, he'd been locked in combat with Rhyme. "Easy to say you don't care about winning when you don't have any stakes. If you were born here, where's your family?" Noir had left Abaven, and Tyranis and his family had been transient at best. Acere had also left. Well, maybe wolves didn't stick around here as much as she liked to think. No matter. It's not like Abaven (or the world) needed more Noirs and Aceres. "And Rhyme isn't that old," she added quickly. Her father didn't need her to defend him, but she just didn't want to acknowledge his age. As far as Theory was concerned, he was immortal. "You don't look like much to me. Certainly not worth bidding my loyalties away, but I'm no Acere," she snapped haughtily. Admittedly, there was a hint of laughter to her voice. Nervous energy was ebbing away now that they seemed to be at an uneasy truce. There was no point in spilling blood if they could have a chat before she strongly suggested he head for their borders - those tusks looked like they packed a punch.
"theory speaks!"
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