Only in falling shouts does Ayovi register the warrior who looms darkly upon his parapets, spewing chastisement which scalds the ears. Rough voice and shades of slate edged in ichor. Like Wide Fang.
Equally as agonizing– he is right.
Eyes jolt into prideful slits. Her chin stays resolutely down, concealing her face as she gracelessly scales a shallow ledge of limestone, scratching pathetically at rock until at last ivory breaches near the dangerous end of the mountainous figure tipped in sharp claw.
An Ashēer chief would have demanded the discipline of this man’s blood. Ayovi does not speak back openly, but she could make an answer; a message of defiance to rebalance the scales.
She launches a wad of saliva, meant to find its home-mark upon Wide Fang feet andvaults briskly away in a heat of smug disdain.
Equally as agonizing– he is right.
Eyes jolt into prideful slits. Her chin stays resolutely down, concealing her face as she gracelessly scales a shallow ledge of limestone, scratching pathetically at rock until at last ivory breaches near the dangerous end of the mountainous figure tipped in sharp claw.
An Ashēer chief would have demanded the discipline of this man’s blood. Ayovi does not speak back openly, but she could make an answer; a message of defiance to rebalance the scales.
She launches a wad of saliva, meant to find its home-mark upon Wide Fang feet andvaults briskly away in a heat of smug disdain.
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RE: Toome - by Ayovi - December 04, 2024, 03:51 PM