love won through my defeat

Eurycrates · December 16, 2018, 10:34 PM

Beneath his flesh, the blood pulses hot and fast, volcanic in nature. He is liable to explode and lets only the slightest bit of tension loose, a snort through his nostrils. Gritting his teeth, he paces away for a moment, looking at the cliffs. And then back again, tail lashing with irritation.
So, then, negotiations must be made? Eurycrates asks, thrusting his chin up and staring at Caiaphas. They want the sound. They will trade her for it, I am sure. We cannot relent.
Filthy dogs. He has to grudgingly admire their cunning; it is a trick straight out of ancient history. They have studied the art of war as closely as any soldier. He will not let them have this victory for long, though. The woman will return to the sound, and the sound will remain under their control. No exceptions.