10-04-2016, 04:37 PM
Akkadian
"Awk-ay-dee-Uhn"
She insulted him. Even compared his battle-toned limbs to bird's appendages. Somehow, he managed to control the laughter threatening to gurgle in his throat. So amusing. She certainly was a prickly little badger, wasn't she?
So very amusing.
Her eyes catch on his movement as he lines up for a match, but she only shrugs. Still, it is clear that she is more than willing to play the game if he chose to go on the attack. He found a little respect for that, and her misplaced boldness, though in his homeland she'd probably be dead by now. That was particularly entertaining as well.
Not by his hand, of course, he was having far too much fun to carry out that sentence, but anyone else could were they to catch her speaking to him this way. Hmm, he supposed he wouldn't have let them though. He probably would have turned around and trained her, instead. That rebellious streak of his, maybe. Not that these thoughts even mattered, as he could never go back to his homeland now. Now he was a prince of nothing, bodyguard to no one but himself. Unfortunate.
She goes on to spit more of her venom his way, and oddly enough, he listens with interest. Up until the part about his head being so far off the ground and what that might do to his balance, which has him tossing his head back and laughing. And he was still chuckling when she fears for the poor shrubbery if he were to fall on it.
His muscles tighten and his face pinches as he feigns injury, lifting his foreleg to guard his chest.
Ah, you wound me! he said, his voice dripping in playful hurt.
The movement inadvertently pulled his skin too tight and ripped open the still-healing scab on his shoulder. It would eventually scar into fairly clear teeth-marks, but it seemed a few more days had been tacked onto that timer just then, as he scowled down at it. Though, already beginning to trail a little blood, it doesn't hold his attention long and he's back to his little assassin-of-words.
There, see? You've cut me so deep with your lethal barbs I'm bleeding out now. He tsk-tsked sadly, a light in his eye belying the fun he was truly having.
What would it take to drag a smile from that furious glare of hers so that she may join him in this brief recess from their worldly problems? He shrugged inwardly, doubting the possibility of such a thing. He was not versed in the battle of phrases, and could not play her game so well. His tongue was a dull one, but he still had a sharp set of teeth, he supposed.
So very amusing.
Her eyes catch on his movement as he lines up for a match, but she only shrugs. Still, it is clear that she is more than willing to play the game if he chose to go on the attack. He found a little respect for that, and her misplaced boldness, though in his homeland she'd probably be dead by now. That was particularly entertaining as well.
Not by his hand, of course, he was having far too much fun to carry out that sentence, but anyone else could were they to catch her speaking to him this way. Hmm, he supposed he wouldn't have let them though. He probably would have turned around and trained her, instead. That rebellious streak of his, maybe. Not that these thoughts even mattered, as he could never go back to his homeland now. Now he was a prince of nothing, bodyguard to no one but himself. Unfortunate.
She goes on to spit more of her venom his way, and oddly enough, he listens with interest. Up until the part about his head being so far off the ground and what that might do to his balance, which has him tossing his head back and laughing. And he was still chuckling when she fears for the poor shrubbery if he were to fall on it.
His muscles tighten and his face pinches as he feigns injury, lifting his foreleg to guard his chest.
Ah, you wound me! he said, his voice dripping in playful hurt.
The movement inadvertently pulled his skin too tight and ripped open the still-healing scab on his shoulder. It would eventually scar into fairly clear teeth-marks, but it seemed a few more days had been tacked onto that timer just then, as he scowled down at it. Though, already beginning to trail a little blood, it doesn't hold his attention long and he's back to his little assassin-of-words.
There, see? You've cut me so deep with your lethal barbs I'm bleeding out now. He tsk-tsked sadly, a light in his eye belying the fun he was truly having.
What would it take to drag a smile from that furious glare of hers so that she may join him in this brief recess from their worldly problems? He shrugged inwardly, doubting the possibility of such a thing. He was not versed in the battle of phrases, and could not play her game so well. His tongue was a dull one, but he still had a sharp set of teeth, he supposed.