❉ daggers and pearls.
12-17-2014, 07:05 PM
The sharp situation was turning into anything but light as it rather quickly took a turn into something rather dark and dangerous. With a sweet, almost inaudible sigh the ivory fae let leak from her nostrils faded into the room in a gently cloud of silver mist, curling and twisting as it playfully lifted into the air and disappeared before her as quickly as it had appeared. Each breath to follow was reacting in a similar fashion, fading in and out of the dim lighting surrounding this party of three. A eerie sense of discomfort fell over her, causing the hackles upon her toppling to tingle and begin to casually raise. Squinting, lavender gaze seemed to sink into a dim shine from what it once had been, suddenly cold once more she shivered gently. She wasn't one for conflict, and the resolution for it as well. A submissive type in many ways, the doe startled very lightly as the great male appeared, slinking out like a snake from the shadows behind his son. Blinking, the wide-eyed doe relaxed herself forcefully, ads peeling back and she took a gentle step backwards, unhappy with this strangers tone with her, as well as a bit flustered with his words. "Monsieur, ne me parle pas de manière." Her foreign words matched the accent she had shown earlier. Though quiet they were firm, spoken by an angel who hid her fury well, Sir, do not speak to me in such a manner. Was the initial translation to her words prior, feeling to need to let them spit between her teeth, though she managed to give no signs of initial attack, only backed away carefully. "You will do well to not speak to me in such a fashion, I meant to harm to your son or to you." Angelic voice would return to a common tongue, light and beautiful in tone, hardly harsh in any way even though she had tried. Auds would appear to slowly rotate forward, landing upon the lynx beside them both, spitting his fire at the male with dangerous ferocity. The doe took a single step towards the cat with careful action, stopping herself short. "Monsieur, please." She calmly spoke out, lavender gaze switching between the threat on her left, and the cat on her right, nearly at a whisper the words dripped from her jowls. Keeping a careful eye on the large brute to her left, and his small, confident copy at his feet. |
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