SLIPPERY LITTLE SNAKE
03-26-2015, 02:29 PM
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Korr
'Show me how you roar; Show me your beautiful fury'
They stand apart, aggression blossoming in the air with an almost tangible scent like that of copper and anger. She snarls out words he can only understand a smattering of, most of the words just going right over his head. However her meaning, that he could pick up. A toothy grin of amusement replaced the snarl, although the amusement was in his smile alone, his eyes still livid. "Ba chóir fraochÚn i teasa coinnigh súil amach. Nach bhfuil gach deas mar mé." He growled, the language rolling from his lips with an ease he did not possess when speaking the common tongue. Then as a final insult, he turned, back to her, and strode off, a rolling laugh escaping him. He had no interest in unnatural females. They would bear him weak offspring, without a doubt in his mind, for there was no way that could be natural, blessed at all by any of the Tuatha de Danann. Thus, she was beneath his notice, his attention. "Common Speech" "Irish Speech" |