Hideaway Strath IV

Kynareth’s not really all too aware of the vicious words spilling from Nyra’s mouth. In the wake of all the commotion and chaos he can vaguely hear her voice, but ultimately he has other things to concentrate harder on.

Surprisingly enough, or perhaps not, Whrist goes down fairly easy. She doesn’t seem to fight him as he hovers over her pitch black form. Any teeth he was previously bearing are sheathed, but he never moves. 

Deciding to look her dead in the eyes, he whispers down to her. “We’ll speak of this later.” Is all he hums. His voice a low, attractive murmur in the space between them. Though his tone isn’t necessarily suggestive, it is more authoritative if anything.

“Now please get up. If you pounce again, the consequences will be worse, dear.” He hums in the same motion as he steps off of her.

Now demanding the full attention of everyone present, he gazes around. Seeing that Ego hasn’t fled he categorizes this as a win for deescalating the situation. Little does he know of the words just whispered to Simmik, it would probably go a bit differently. 

“Everyone back away from them and allow her to speak with her brother in peace.” He says just a pitch lower than a yell. Authority in his voice as he demands them to scatter.