SavvanahRo
Stoner Pug
I was shaking by now, my eyes alternating between gold and black. I resisted the urge to growl and snap one of the men's necks, but I knew better. I stood and glared at the man who'd threatened us. "You /dare/ speak of death before us? You, clearly, know not of whom you are speaking to. I am above you, /peasant/, and I suggest you learn your place and hold your tongue before my father murders your wives and burns your village."