Wheeling Gull Isle the beatings will continue until morale improves

Ooo... I'll send you a PM!

He rolled his eyes as she followed, and for a moment, as she asked if he wished her for a wife, he allowed himself to believe that he had at last won this ongoing game. That she was now ready to surrender to his will and take the place he had offered. To this, an arrogant smile wound on his lips, but it was fleeting. His cockiness had meant that his guard had slackened just enough that he was not expecting of her attack, and her teeth caught an ear as he reflexively sprang away from the sudden movement beside him. Snarling terribly, he spun to face her, his tail high and arched, his hackles raised, and his teeth bared. One way or the other this would be settled here.

"Ye best back down now, wench, or I'll kill ye."