DO WE NOT BLEED?
He'd struck a nerve. Though truth be told the old warrior was probably full of easily struck nerves, with a temper like his. Lorca smirked, unperturbed by the threats of a new king - he'd heard enough of them from the old one. Lorca didn't particularly like being called a runt though, especially when it was so obvious the two of them were the same height. It irked him enough to retort, although his lips had barely parted when he heard Avdotya's unmistakeable voice, a cold flush of outrage running through his svelte body at her suggestion. To put him in with Maxence, to support the slaver that held generations of chains... he only hoped she had ulterior motives.
"No, we're not."
Velorca suddenly snapped, turning on Eik with a sneer. Solterrans would never understand the massacre of his people, would never own up to the slaughter and the slavery performed under the rule of foreign kings. Maxence was just another in a long line of foreigners wanting to own Solterra in all her wild glory. The Davke hadn't wanted to own the land, they'd wanted to live there, untamed and wild, savage but strong. Velorca turned his lupine eyes back to Maxence slowly, examining him and curling his lip in distaste. He spent a single glance on Avdotya, expression remote as he savoured a look at one of the few of his people that had remained alive, then stepped closer to Maxence, saying softly;
"Solterra ruled herself eons before you ever stepped foot in this land. I was born on this sand."
His long lashed gaze turned contemptuous, his voice soft and sensual.
"Foreign Kings never last."
OOC; much sass, much idiocy haha sorry for late reply!! @
