Hot Pursuit

It probably wasn't the best way to handle the situation, but Cherokee couldn't think of a better way at the moment. This so-called King was testing his patience, grinding away at the little self control that the ebony guardian had that kept him from lunging at the bastard's throat that very moment. The brute wasn't usually one for violence, but he would have no quarrels with removing this parasite from his lands. They didn't need a shady alliance with an equally shady leader. He wasn't really paying attention to how he came off to other man, not that he really cared much to begin with. He just wanted him gone. End of story. It was that simple. But of course things weren't always that simple now were they?


He was surprised to see Song move in front of him, barring his path to the parasite, hackles bristling now that his wife in plain view of the bastard. This was what he'd been trying to avoid. He could feel her shoulder pressing into his chest, trying to soothe his anger, but it much too late. The flame had already ignited and there was really no way of putting it out. Until Isardis was gone of course. Cherokee there's no need for violence. Her whisper could cause his dark ear to fold back against his skull to catch the words, a low growl rumbling in his chest, quiet enough that only she could hear it. I seek no violence Song, I just wish to see this...parasite out of our lands. Though if he can't find his way, I would be more than happy to escort him out. He wouldn't let his gaze waver from the albino, listening as his wife quietly reprimanded him indirectly. Song could be upset with him all she wanted as long as the pink boy was gone from Ludicael lands in the next few minutes.


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