glitter and gold is the man in the chair
rings on his fingers, and a hardened harsh stare
rings on his fingers, and a hardened harsh stare
He watched with a cold detachment as Avdotya pierced the dogs skin with her spear, an admirable throw, though it was a skill he was well aware she possessed. He didn't protest as she grabbed one of his chains, though he curled his lip slightly, the only show of irritation he would give when it came to the warrior woman - blood of his blood, Davke, not Day Court.
The dog barely struggled, though Lorca's keen eyes slid to Rostislav as he began to shift upon the ground, the silent screaming of his pet waking him, no doubt. Solis sends his regards. Solis, not Maxence. He would have provided a dangerous smile at the words had the big brute not awoken and started barking at them. Lorca looked to Avdotya lazily, ignoring the threats spilling from their victims mouth.
"Stick him with it so he shuts up. It would be best if all of Denocte didn't know we were here."
Staring at Rostislav with distaste, Velorca suddenly wondered what the Warden had done to provoke Maxence. He had defected only after Maxence had risen to power, probably a good move, considering. Certainly Maxence couldn't think that returning a refugee was a good start to his rule - or starting a war with one of their most well known, powerful adversaries. Fucking idiot.
Still, Lorca was in no mood to complain (what?), at least not with Avdotya around to hear him. Perhaps a war would be a good way to eradicate foreign rulers once and for all - he glanced at the warrior woman in subtle admiration - she'd done it before, why not again?
@Rostislav @Avdotya Lorca being douchey again
