October 05, 2016, 03:35 PM
Arturo knew the moment he had the young man's attention, saw it in with slight widen of the other male's pupils, heard it in the breathy, nervous laugh that spilled from betwixt the golden boy's lips. Good. There always had to be a certain amount of fear to inspire respect. Fear and Generosity were what balanced the scales of Teaghlaigh. To discourage any want to betray came from fear, but generosity inspired true loyalty. There were many complexities to the gangster and this contradiction was just one of them. Of course, the young man before him was not being threatened, nor did Artruro have any qualms with him. It had been he who had disturbed the slumbering teen, after all. For good reason, for cause deeper than this small talk. “Relax boy,” Arturo invited with an amiable sway of his tail. “I mean you no harm.” It did not equate to 'I'm harmless' because Arturo was anything but; simply it meant that this conversation was on good terms, in neutral ground.
Sir. Ceannasach liked the sound of it. Of the pleasantry that could have easily been taken as respect. Manners were important to the gangster and he appreciated them greatly. “I am Arturo,” The Fearghal monarch offered with a gentlemanly dip of his head — the way a man might tip his hat in a mutually respectful gesture. The boy's following question was a complex one. Arturo had not been born to the Wilds but in many ways he was apart of them, and them: he. He was carving out his own corner of them, laying claim to a territory of the Wilds. He would continue his Family here, and spread his seed so that the Fearghal name would grow to be a notable family within them.
So, Arturo settled for the simple answer. “Yes,” He spoke pausing for a moment to draw his salmon pink tongue across his jowls. “Teaghlaigh has lain claim to a forest, Ravensblood, just a little ways south of here.” He offered the information vaguely, attentive how the younger male took it the information, gauging his interest level before he made the decision on if he would offer deeper information or not.
Sir. Ceannasach liked the sound of it. Of the pleasantry that could have easily been taken as respect. Manners were important to the gangster and he appreciated them greatly. “I am Arturo,” The Fearghal monarch offered with a gentlemanly dip of his head — the way a man might tip his hat in a mutually respectful gesture. The boy's following question was a complex one. Arturo had not been born to the Wilds but in many ways he was apart of them, and them: he. He was carving out his own corner of them, laying claim to a territory of the Wilds. He would continue his Family here, and spread his seed so that the Fearghal name would grow to be a notable family within them.
So, Arturo settled for the simple answer. “Yes,” He spoke pausing for a moment to draw his salmon pink tongue across his jowls. “Teaghlaigh has lain claim to a forest, Ravensblood, just a little ways south of here.” He offered the information vaguely, attentive how the younger male took it the information, gauging his interest level before he made the decision on if he would offer deeper information or not.
wreathed in iron and in fire
i bare my bloody teeth
and only pity makes my strike so clean
i bare my bloody teeth
and only pity makes my strike so clean
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plantains - by Cam Hommes - October 05, 2016, 07:45 AM
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