06-27-2014, 08:39 PM
Though she had won, her muscles remained tense. Slit eyes narrowed as the older of the two men smiled and addressed her. To Akantha, it looked as if the smile never reached the human’s eyes. The calculated gesture didn’t fool her in the slightest. On the contrary, it seemed to reassure her previous suspicions.
The grip on dreyken’s head tightened, and she thought of tossing it in the old man’s direction when the strained voice of the younger man called for their attention. His injury needed tending to, yet, instead of asking for help he pleaded for her life. That surprised her. He surprised her.
When Armande, as the younger man had called him, spoke again, it was to concede to the request. Her face remained calm, though her eyes weighed him with equal measures of distrust and dislike as the man did her. He was obviously reluctant to let her go, but an ounce of justice seemed to weigh in his conscience. Him, she understood. He was familiar.
She let go of the head, letting it fall at her feet with a thud, then watched it roll in the old man’s direction. Let the lifeless orb serve as reminder of what could await him if he chose to engage her in the future. She cared little for his insults, but Akantha let the words slide off her scales. A life was being spared, but she thought it unwise for him to think that it was hers.
The Naga walked to the lifeless body and pulled her knives free, wiping them clean on the beast’s coat before slipping them back where they belonged. Then, keeping an eye on the old man, she reached for her hood while stepping up to the injured man. How was she to trust that the one that had at first been willing to let him die would see to this man’s injuries?
“He needss help. You musst hurry.”
Akantha had crouched down to inspect the gift left behind by the dreyken. She had nothing to make it any better. As it was, she would have a fun time dealing with her own stinging wound. Before standing, the Naga studied the man’s eyes and silently nodded her thanks. She’d remember his face.
To Armande, she gave a cold look. A thin forked tongue slipped past her lips while her eyes focused on his. “Do not try to feed him to other beasstss, old man.”
She hoped the meaning of her words would sink in. She’d seen him, and she had understood his intent. Her tone also implied her disapproval.
Having said her peace, Akanthan slipped her head covering on once more, and hurried back the way she’d come. She still needed to find those that had ventured from the clan. One thought was troubling, however, if the dreyken were venturing this far up in the tunnels, what else was lurking out there?
Edited by Akantha, Jun 28 2014, 02:03 AM.
The grip on dreyken’s head tightened, and she thought of tossing it in the old man’s direction when the strained voice of the younger man called for their attention. His injury needed tending to, yet, instead of asking for help he pleaded for her life. That surprised her. He surprised her.
When Armande, as the younger man had called him, spoke again, it was to concede to the request. Her face remained calm, though her eyes weighed him with equal measures of distrust and dislike as the man did her. He was obviously reluctant to let her go, but an ounce of justice seemed to weigh in his conscience. Him, she understood. He was familiar.
She let go of the head, letting it fall at her feet with a thud, then watched it roll in the old man’s direction. Let the lifeless orb serve as reminder of what could await him if he chose to engage her in the future. She cared little for his insults, but Akantha let the words slide off her scales. A life was being spared, but she thought it unwise for him to think that it was hers.
The Naga walked to the lifeless body and pulled her knives free, wiping them clean on the beast’s coat before slipping them back where they belonged. Then, keeping an eye on the old man, she reached for her hood while stepping up to the injured man. How was she to trust that the one that had at first been willing to let him die would see to this man’s injuries?
“He needss help. You musst hurry.”
Akantha had crouched down to inspect the gift left behind by the dreyken. She had nothing to make it any better. As it was, she would have a fun time dealing with her own stinging wound. Before standing, the Naga studied the man’s eyes and silently nodded her thanks. She’d remember his face.
To Armande, she gave a cold look. A thin forked tongue slipped past her lips while her eyes focused on his. “Do not try to feed him to other beasstss, old man.”
She hoped the meaning of her words would sink in. She’d seen him, and she had understood his intent. Her tone also implied her disapproval.
Having said her peace, Akanthan slipped her head covering on once more, and hurried back the way she’d come. She still needed to find those that had ventured from the clan. One thought was troubling, however, if the dreyken were venturing this far up in the tunnels, what else was lurking out there?
Edited by Akantha, Jun 28 2014, 02:03 AM.