Gyrfalcon's Keep know that we will stay resilient

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[size=small]The ease with which she fell right into his trap was amazing.
Either all the lies he had told in the past had made him master his decieving skills to the point it was with effortless grace that he shoved lies down his victim's throat or the young female before his eyes was the epitome of naiveté. Regarless of which it was, it was with blatant delight that he watched the female's eyes cloud with doubt as his words began to sink in, crawling underneath her skin like an infectious parasite.

"Intestinal infections are never easy to cure, they're basically a foretold death warrant" he barked as he shook his head in feign concern, his golden eyes sparkling with pity for the girl for a brief second before he was rudely interrupted by the startling explosion of gooey yolk that splashed over his feet. "Fuck!" he growled, lifting one of the splatter paws up for closer inspection.
Then the second missile came.

With flattened ears the Ostrega jerked himself away from the female, leaving the whole charade momentarily forgotten as he swung his head around to look at the skies. While his companion's ingenuity might have been enough to pass the strange occurence of flying eggs as real, Ciervo was much smarter to fall for that. With his eyes narrowed and his lips curled into an annoyed grimace curving his face he looked up for any give away of the projectile's source.
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