Tall tales
Virgil
08-12-2021, 05:12 PM
thinking "speech" "others" The walk to the borders of the Armada was hardly a long trip, and the phoenix understood how the Warlord had been so quick to arrive after his call for a spar. Cerulean gaze drifted over the tall grasses that claimed dominion over the landscape, intrigued by the decision in locale to settle down. Defensible, and certainly ideal for patrolling. With enough distance from the border, even a large wolf could go undetected by someone passing by the outskirts of the territory. Ambushing unsuspecting trespassers would be a breeze. “Small, fierce, and horned." the ebony titan described his wife with a glimmer of mirth in his eyes. Ah, quite a compliment to the looming, toothy man who seemed to lean towards a more subtle air of intimidation. “But if she sees you, it's too late. You're already a dead man.” Sirius warned, to which the russet male chuckled. He glanced over at his wounded companion, keeping his grin on his lips when he replied "If I see her coming, I'll be sure to run for the hills. I trust you'll fare better than I against her wrath." “So, this is Armada. Still interested in taking a look?” the Warlord questioned as they closed in on the scent markers that would otherwise signal the end of the road for their trip. Quirking a brow at the larger male, he dipped his head lightly in assent. "I would welcome the opportunity, dear Warlord. Though I might suggest we get you bandaged up before we proceed with a tour, as I suspect leaving a trail of blood in your wake would only lead your spitfire wife right to us, and I do enjoy having both of my eyes in my head." he said, oh so matter-of-fact. He wouldn't be useful if the queen decided to dismember him for drawing the Warlord's blood and letting him splatter it halfway across Boreas. |
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