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Yiling Patriarch
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Cynars laughed as he stood just inside the main tent, his usual golden-amber eye glowing blood-red in amusement as he watched two members of his dysfunctional family bicker in the center of the tent, both rather heated and standing their ground. A smirk slid over his facial features and he sauntered forward, his interest piqued.
"My dear friends, what has you both fighting this early in the morning?" Cyn drawled as he approached, blood-red gaze fading into its usual golden color. A black gloved hand rubbed the back of his neck in some nervousness as two heated gazes darted towards him. Uh-oh. 'Should've left when I had the chance.' An inner voice pointed out.
"Cyn! Tell him to keep his pets from my tent!" Ariuk hissed, cold steel hands on her hips. Sky-blue eyes filled with annoyance. She stood with a tense posture and pursed lips. Under normal circumstances, she was a very calm and patient woman, however... this was the third time this week that his animals snuck into her tent and she had enough.
Zulkun stood with a look of hurt on his face. “How many times do I have to say sorry? And not to call my friend vile! You are vile,” he growled back, hand clenched at his sides. His voice held a lower growl and his golden eyes crackled with flames. There was only so much he could do to keep his friends away from the others tents and it wasn’t like they ever tried to hurt her or anyone else.
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Cynars laughed as he stood just inside the main tent, his usual golden-amber eye glowing blood-red in amusement as he watched two members of his dysfunctional family bicker in the center of the tent, both rather heated and standing their ground. A smirk slid over his facial features and he sauntered forward, his interest piqued.
"My dear friends, what has you both fighting this early in the morning?" Cyn drawled as he approached, blood-red gaze fading into its usual golden color. A black gloved hand rubbed the back of his neck in some nervousness as two heated gazes darted towards him. Uh-oh. 'Should've left when I had the chance.' An inner voice pointed out.
"Cyn! Tell him to keep his pets from my tent!" Ariuk hissed, cold steel hands on her hips. Sky-blue eyes filled with annoyance. She stood with a tense posture and pursed lips. Under normal circumstances, she was a very calm and patient woman, however... this was the third time this week that his animals snuck into her tent and she had enough.
Zulkun stood with a look of hurt on his face. “How many times do I have to say sorry? And not to call my friend vile! You are vile,” he growled back, hand clenched at his sides. His voice held a lower growl and his golden eyes crackled with flames. There was only so much he could do to keep his friends away from the others tents and it wasn’t like they ever tried to hurt her or anyone else.