Baconhands
The Traveller
Suak stood still, unblinking as the werecreature snarled at her. It took an angry towards her, and Suak took a step away; she had expected an aggressive response but she was expecting the werecreature to be a bit more sympathetic to her reasoning. In fact, the werebeast's argument was flawed: it wasn't her crossfire, it was a part of war, as Suak had tried to explain earlier.
The basilisk moved to say more, her eyes narrowing into an annoyed glare, but the creature turned and started walking away. Suak was compelled to go after her, explain what had happened; clearly the werebeast didn't truly understand at all what had happened. A thought crossed through the basilisk's mind but she suppressed it for a moment; she wouldn't consider it until she was sure the Fablewood humanoids were all like this cretin.
After only taking a couple of steps, Suak stopped, glaring after the creature. She refused to pursue her; it would be a waste of her time. Glancing back at the statues on the battlefield, the basilisk headed straight for the werejaguar the creature had been looking at.
Pretty mammal, Suak thought, looking the stone trophy up and down. Many years ago, this may have gone in her collection. Now it would reside here, likely broken apart in the next skirmish these Fablewood fighters decided to engage in. A shame, to be sure.
The basilisk let out one long breath and turned away from the battlefield, heading back towards the camp; maybe she could demand all of the statues at the end of this war in return for her services. She let out a long, angry breath: she was being irrational, she was normally quite patient. Suak needed to find a figure of authority and formally pledge her allegiance.
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The basilisk moved to say more, her eyes narrowing into an annoyed glare, but the creature turned and started walking away. Suak was compelled to go after her, explain what had happened; clearly the werebeast didn't truly understand at all what had happened. A thought crossed through the basilisk's mind but she suppressed it for a moment; she wouldn't consider it until she was sure the Fablewood humanoids were all like this cretin.
After only taking a couple of steps, Suak stopped, glaring after the creature. She refused to pursue her; it would be a waste of her time. Glancing back at the statues on the battlefield, the basilisk headed straight for the werejaguar the creature had been looking at.
Pretty mammal, Suak thought, looking the stone trophy up and down. Many years ago, this may have gone in her collection. Now it would reside here, likely broken apart in the next skirmish these Fablewood fighters decided to engage in. A shame, to be sure.
The basilisk let out one long breath and turned away from the battlefield, heading back towards the camp; maybe she could demand all of the statues at the end of this war in return for her services. She let out a long, angry breath: she was being irrational, she was normally quite patient. Suak needed to find a figure of authority and formally pledge her allegiance.
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