War Pigs

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And he reigned down on them. sinew rippled beneath tight flesh and an incredulous smirk was risen over his lips. "Don't be so quick to go," a lowly hiss from the serpent king as his eyes expelled their interest at what his daughters were doing. They were hungry, no? Starved for interaction he understood their angst and their curiousness--oh but Vyvienne was the most vivid of them all; his sweet colorful princess. He would eventually need to eradicate her fire, for he knew a flame could not be tamed. His definition of, eradicate, however did not fall under a premise of death. Quite the opposite actually. Syrinx would need to find something that she could do. That would retain her anger. Tongue bled across inky lips and his rear found the ground. "You do not enjoy a good fight? My daughters offer the best-" the words of someone bent on war would evidently give incredible reasoning (it was questionable as well) but Syrinx would quickly recover--his gaze would lay on the vagabond that was on his borders, "If you have no thrist for the fight then why are you herE? Your attendance is arbitrary and I'm not going to attempt the care of another child," He had little time to deal with the type: Pansies.
"Speech!".