Slavery. The word slipped so easily from his mouth, yet it dropped like a bomb inside her mind. Her breath grew heavy and hot as it was expelled, as if the burning ire Raymond had just created was now coming to life. Slavery was far from a simple topic to anyone, but to Avdotya - a mare who had once been a slave herself - it was perhaps one of the only topics she ever held close to her blackened heart... and to be falsely accused of supporting such a thing (jokingly or not), it was comparable to stirring a hornet’s nest; but Avdotya was far more than the blindly aggressive hornet, she was a weapon made from flesh and bone, strong enough to not only withstand Solis’ unforgiving deserts, but to thrive within them. She had faced a tyrant boy king, slit his throat in his very chambers while the bodies of his guards littered the marbled floor; she had brought down a bear whose only purpose had ever been to kill; the halls of a gods-damned Capitol had burned at her hooves.
What were the words of a paltry fool?
Nothing.
”You dare accuse me of supporting slavery?” She grasped at the shaft of her spear using her telekinesis, not yet drawing it, but holding it firmly in her grip as it quivered with anticipation. She should have cut his tongue from his vile mouth and fed it to Feliks for the filth he spewed. But oh, how unfortunate it was that they stood in the middle of a Summit, a meeting with the world's eyes upon it - or, perhaps, it was the best stage to perform on? Regardless, the Davke held herself back, if only for a moment.
By now Avdotya had turned to face the red stallion head on, her body squared and tense like a viper ready to strike. ”Do not speak to me of slavery when you do not know who I am.” She hissed, ears laid flat against her head. Her fiery eyes had long since grown alight with waiting fury, now he need only push the right button to loose her animosity.
What were the words of a paltry fool?
Nothing.
”You dare accuse me of supporting slavery?” She grasped at the shaft of her spear using her telekinesis, not yet drawing it, but holding it firmly in her grip as it quivered with anticipation. She should have cut his tongue from his vile mouth and fed it to Feliks for the filth he spewed. But oh, how unfortunate it was that they stood in the middle of a Summit, a meeting with the world's eyes upon it - or, perhaps, it was the best stage to perform on? Regardless, the Davke held herself back, if only for a moment.
By now Avdotya had turned to face the red stallion head on, her body squared and tense like a viper ready to strike. ”Do not speak to me of slavery when you do not know who I am.” She hissed, ears laid flat against her head. Her fiery eyes had long since grown alight with waiting fury, now he need only push the right button to loose her animosity.
You’re playing my game now-- @Raymond
