Strike Me Down, But Don't Strike My Heart
02-09-2015, 07:26 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-09-2015, 07:27 PM by Kaprasíus.)
Kaprasíus watches the scene with bated breath, eager as to what will unfold here. Instantly Kar begins to speak, his tones dripping with self-righteousness. He would fight for his daughter.. oh, what a foolish mistake that would be. The brute's smirk grows as he eyes him, what was left of his tail twitching idly behind him. He and Katja had nothing to lose, while he had everything. The whimpering of the child they had taken captive was only mildly distracted. He eyed her dismissively, making a soft 'tsk' sound. "Naughty little girl," he grunted under his breath, irritated by the weakness of the blubbering girl. "Good slave girls keep their mouth shut if they want to keep their tongues." It was an empty threat at best -- he knew this girl's value would go down drastically if she couldn't speak -- but he figured it might shut her up, if nothing else, for she seemed easily influenced. His focus would quickly redirect to Katja, interested in what she had to say. Kar had assumed all they wanted was a slave in return, but there were things far more valuable than bodies. His own brows furrowed, muzzle wrinkling as he turned his nose down to consider. "How much kill do you offer us?" came his question, a quite important one at that. "And though the offer of healing sounds tempting, I do not trust you or your mate to touch an injury of mine." Neither he nor Katja were experts in healing; he wondered how easily Kar might worsen an infection, or somehow poison him, and it wasn't worth taking a chance. "Katja, the decision is yours," he said finally, under his breath as he tilted his head to her ear, meaning the words for her alone. "I am merely along for the ride, cousin." |
WARNING: Kaprasíus is extremely prone to violence, including maim fights & character claiming.
Katja is also welcome in any and all of his threads, without warning.
He also has a bush viper companion named Jǫrmungandr.