Dragoncrest Cliffs Dark Flake

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Eske is not the first one to greet the stranger traipsing through their territory, sniffing around where they were liable to lose their life for it. Outsiders is not something that Eske deals with well and trespassers are so much worse. Though she does not recognize the ebony form of the woman, who smelled of the Bandrona and freshly of Drageda she knows that she is new. Still, Eske does not relent. To her, despite her acceptance, Emaleth is an outsider (for now) but Eske turns her sea blue-green gaze from her to the other raven coated woman: a stranger that definitely did not belong. The Kru spoke a warning, and Eske approached the Kru's flank, the Goufa's tail high over her back, her hackles bristled.

“gon we o wan op” The Gona in training commanded in her native tongue knowing even as the familiar and favored language left her lips that it would not likely be understood. “Leave or die.” Came the Goufa's threat in the common tongue. Common tongue was an infuriating necessity. The currently unnamed Kru had issued the first warning: state your business or go. Eske wasn't so nice. Eske's warning was the second. And if the agouti Goufa had her way: it would be the trespasser's last warning. Eske had no desire to hear the woman's words but she stilled the twitch of her muscles, begging to be released and put her sparring and training into real world action. Eske reminded herself that knowledge was, in and of itself, power and this was enough to temporarily curb her aggressive tendencies, ready to give chase and if necessary: kill. Of course, that was only as good as if the trespasser complied to the Kru's demand.

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