Larksong Grotto eat your kings

pp shiloh?

the talk continued as pointed eyes glared across the row of heretics they faced. it was the child in particular she grew a quick distaste for; never had she ever concerned herself with the small beings that held little to no use whatsoever. it glared at her, and she glared back. the woman was not afraid to play dirty and the idea of plotting something against a child was no concern to her. if it had the ability to glower at her, it was old enough to despise. that one would be saved first.

"blasphemy!" the woman shrieked on her own accord. it was the foul tongue of the beefy, wild looking woman that made her nose wrinkle in distaste. such a beast of a lady was unheard of in their lands, much less, such a character holding such an unauthorized title. not even heba had been allowed the possibility unto becoming a grand vicar. it made heba's blood boil. such a thing would be stripped from the beastly woman, the snake of a woman vowed.

"true women of the sun god do not speak in such a foul way in the presence of their superiors, much less speak when their speech is most clearly unjust," had she had her way, the woman would have rather said "savage women do not speak, period," however, it was well in her mind that their take-over would not bode well with the rebellious souls that inhabited the savage land and somehow insulting their very outrageous female leader did not seem a well enough idea.

"hush, and we will cleanse the hate from your soul," she spoke down but a calm, sweet, clarity smile to the fire-tempered woman; the gleam behind her eyes displaying anything but patience and affection. the red woman could not simply say "shut the fuck up," in the presence of the inquisitor.

heba did not come to rescue heathens from their own wayward paths, but for the idea that hosannah might see her rule what hosannah had once converted, despite the fact she would never admit to it. heba gave no shits about the rag-tag group hosannah had so called "converted".