The first records of our young world
were those of tears and blood
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were those of tears and blood
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The witch doctor drew in a hissing breath through her displeased grimace as the kirin spoke, her scowl invisible beneath the mask to all but Vespera herself. He thought to pick her brain? After that display? Her shaggy fur bristled along her back, her tail switched irritably against her rump.
"You idiot god den," she fired back derisively in a tone that said far more clearly than her limiteded vocabularly would allow that she did not believe for a second he had been anything more than a cushion-sitting, tea-drinking Court freeloader growing fat on the bounty of others, in this life or any other. "Swewll ack ver' big an' 'portant. Swewll read big book an' whole brain fall out." She laughed, an ugly jackal sound.
Pacing a rough and aggressive circle around him without consideration for such trifles as personal space, the painted mare continued. "Vespela talk wit Witch Doctor, she talk wit Ilati. Vespela give um sand-girl an strong medicine. Swewll have big book an questions, an when da gods come to punis de courts, doing noting no save swewll from dere wrat."
The witch doctor may well be the most accomplished healer among the Ilati, but she was every bit as sharp as the skull she wore and every bit as wild as the swamp she called home. She had no patience for the games of cityfolk.
"You idiot god den," she fired back derisively in a tone that said far more clearly than her limiteded vocabularly would allow that she did not believe for a second he had been anything more than a cushion-sitting, tea-drinking Court freeloader growing fat on the bounty of others, in this life or any other. "Swewll ack ver' big an' 'portant. Swewll read big book an' whole brain fall out." She laughed, an ugly jackal sound.
Pacing a rough and aggressive circle around him without consideration for such trifles as personal space, the painted mare continued. "Vespela talk wit Witch Doctor, she talk wit Ilati. Vespela give um sand-girl an strong medicine. Swewll have big book an questions, an when da gods come to punis de courts, doing noting no save swewll from dere wrat."
The witch doctor may well be the most accomplished healer among the Ilati, but she was every bit as sharp as the skull she wore and every bit as wild as the swamp she called home. She had no patience for the games of cityfolk.
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The Witch Doctor
Its last records will be those of tears and blood also
The Witch Doctor
Its last records will be those of tears and blood also
@Relic | she's slightly aggressive
