05-31-2018, 02:00 PM
This is Ajatar; her smell permeates his nostrils, distinctly acrid and musky (snake-like) and there’s no doubt that his eyes are deceiving him. How then is this not Ajatar?
It’s her, but it’s not her. Longclaw smiles when his name pops free from those deadpan lips, and then just as quickly he frowns at her next forced statement. Good … to see him? No, no, not right, the confused hermit thinks. He’s so focused on the blank slate of Ajatar’s gaze that when Harmonia finally pipes up, the warg hardly turns aside to gauge either his King or the newcomer’s reaction. Not until the moment a cough wheezes free from his chest, and then his attention is elsewhere: watching the earth shrivel beneath him as he steps back to avoid her growing plague.
A snarl, primal and unexpected, rips free from the skin-changers throat at Harmonia's subtle threat. “Our proposition?!” He snaps, ears burying themselves in the gleaming tendrils of his mane, “I think you’re a fucking liar.” Claw spits, cheek tilting aside so that one green eye can slide to Warrick. “Something’s not right here - not right at all. Ajatar would never …” The stallion fumes, chest heaving as his sides tremble from rising anger.
His skin, iridescent and straining tightly against his muscles, begins to grow unbearably hot.
Again his attention falters back to the smokey mare, brute strength and wild animosity simmering in his boiling eyes before he barks, “Kill me then, Ajatar. Prove you have the gut for it.”
@[Warrick] @[Harmonia]
It’s her, but it’s not her. Longclaw smiles when his name pops free from those deadpan lips, and then just as quickly he frowns at her next forced statement. Good … to see him? No, no, not right, the confused hermit thinks. He’s so focused on the blank slate of Ajatar’s gaze that when Harmonia finally pipes up, the warg hardly turns aside to gauge either his King or the newcomer’s reaction. Not until the moment a cough wheezes free from his chest, and then his attention is elsewhere: watching the earth shrivel beneath him as he steps back to avoid her growing plague.
A snarl, primal and unexpected, rips free from the skin-changers throat at Harmonia's subtle threat. “Our proposition?!” He snaps, ears burying themselves in the gleaming tendrils of his mane, “I think you’re a fucking liar.” Claw spits, cheek tilting aside so that one green eye can slide to Warrick. “Something’s not right here - not right at all. Ajatar would never …” The stallion fumes, chest heaving as his sides tremble from rising anger.
His skin, iridescent and straining tightly against his muscles, begins to grow unbearably hot.
Again his attention falters back to the smokey mare, brute strength and wild animosity simmering in his boiling eyes before he barks, “Kill me then, Ajatar. Prove you have the gut for it.”
@[Warrick] @[Harmonia]
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