Luneshale Pass Saltanatın oğulları

He felt that he had struck a nerve, prompted action. It was thrilling.

There was nothing Arslan loved more than to humiliate and to be humiliated; a never-ending cycle of masochistic behaviour that he could never seem to find the root of. But this was not the same aggression he faced at the hands of the men of Verapaz. This was new, exciting. His tail couldn't help but wave.

The words of the other sent a shiver down his spine. He was pleased, interested, nearly pulled in for good. The time for pure talk was done.

Well, actions do speak louder than words.

I'm alright to fade!