Wounded Pride and an Empty Stomach

*Askan* · (This post was last modified: 06-03-2020, 07:49 AM by Askan.)

Askan snorted, indignant and perhaps a little taken back at the Warlords words. At first he'd put on an amiable show; acted all schmoozey and polite, but as soon as Askan showed him a page from his own book his true colours came to light. And they were bright and glaring, like the full moon in the starless night sky.

The idea of being claimed was laughable, preposterous, as if Askan would allow such a thing to happen. He'd sooner choke on his own tongue than endure such a fate but more insulting than that- oh and lordy Askan was mighty insulted- was the fact that Sirius thought that such a threat would subdue him. In Askan's not so humble opinion, the Warlord's arrogance levels were off the charts, veering skywards and off into the atmosphere. There was so much Askan wanted to say and none of it was nice.

Stomping to a halt Askan stood his ground, denying Sirius of his little walk. Askan knew that if it came to blows he'd lose- after all he wasn't blind nor was he stupid- but the thought of just letting all those affronts slide was an impossibility. His pride was a fragile, fickle thing, and if it took a hit like that it would surely shatter and crumble to pieces.

"I ain't no bitch to be claimed." He rumbled, his teeth bared and gnashing. Vulgarities came to him as naturally as breathing, much to his mother's shame he was sure.

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