Unrest

*Thor* · 08-19-2014, 07:15 PM

OOC: Much suck, sorry ><

The fae would pad towards him and Thor's eyes would narrow slightly. His obvious swipe had pulled a chuckle from her and little more besides her approach. This only served to further agitate him. He didn't like being approached by a blood covered stranger, didn't like being insulted and he definitely wasn't too thrilled with the idea of being in close proximity to such a character. Still, he allowed her to near him without complaint, his eyes tracking her progress.

She spoke again and the brute dipped his head in response. Perhaps he had been a bit too short fused, but in his defense, he'd just left seven children and a man child not that long ago; his nerves were a little frayed. "Fair enough," he grunted. So now what? Did he point out the blood all over her? 'Nice warpaint you have there, anyone I knew?' Or perhaps say something more mundane like, 'so what brings you to these parts?'

In typical brutish fashion, he remained silent.

"Speaking" Thinking

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