Qeya River chirosophist

his grimace is stained with the old sheep blood, clinging to his gums, as if that is answer enough to her insult of him. he knows blood—has shed blood of kin and prey (they were to him, the same). there was an undercurrent to kukuvrak of faith and intellect, but it was rarely shared among their people.
while he did not fault the woman, he would not be spoken down to as if a child. he held the name.

i seek to conquer land, women, law; i seek everything to be mine. why do you—to fill that womb, or to rule? staring now at the shape of her abdomen as if it were already swollen.
others could serve that purpose. the insinuation wasn't a pleasant one, given his lavicious glare.