Blackwater Islands Of whit and measure

Perhaps there was a sense of childlike naiviety in her thoughts and passions. Perhaps, she would grow with time, wisdom and a sharper way to hold her tongue, but that time was not today. And she was both elated and deluded by her belief in her gods. 

Her lip wrinkled over her maw. I am no pup, foolish father.

Suddenly she is amused, and a choked laugh interrupts her snarl and then another. You a god. And me a mother. You spew nothing but lies. You are no god. A deluded male with no brain to speak of, is what you are.

Ash Paw meets him with teeth and claws. Her own fury ignited at his mockery, at his claim to be a god. No one can be a god. That is blasphemy, heresy, he is tainted by that with which he has no reason to speak on. She throws a prayer to Sos and throws herself into the fray. He will taste her anger and choke on it.

She was smaller than he, so she was able to duck and aim for his chest and under his chin. She did not want his throat. She did not wish to kill him, just point out his injustices and his false lies. Usurper. Heathen. Blasphemer.

I'm only doing hp for 20 just a quick little spat and then separation. I rolled a ten, tabletop in discord. HP 20/20