Falls of the Hinterlands Do you doubt it's yours?

He’s watches as the two look at him in disgust. Simmik looking away and the darker woman sneering at him like he wasn’t worth the shit on the ground. He doesn’t even care. Rather he smirks back now, masking his hurt. 

Then even as Nyra raises to her full height and snarls at the two, his breast swells with pride and respect for her. Yes, she deserves Harbinger. She will make a good leader if he dies prematurely. Which is likely to happen at some point. 

Yet when this new female speaks he offers her a mocking bark of laughter. “I don’t want to right them, I want them to hurt.” He snarled as she tries ushering Simmik off. Her glare persistent on Kynareth’s handsome maw. Holding his head up high as he watches them leave. “And stop looking at me like you wanna fuck me, dear. You’ll have to get in line along with all the other little sluts.” He sings back to the dark woman with a tilt of his head. “Ta-ta you two and don’t come back unless you want to fucking die.” He begins easily, almost cheerfully, until he ends it in a serious growl.