08-28-2018, 01:04 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]"Slavers?" he asked, remnants of alarm appearing in that condescending tone of his. What type of fucked up continent had he found himself on where slavery was a thing? Ok, Feliks was no saint, he'd be the first to admit that, but he'd never take away the personal freedoms of anyone else. Capturing was fine, but using the vulnerable as scape goats for all the clan's dirty work just didn't sit right with him. They make a profit from clipping other's wings. The griffon would take a serial killer or sadist over them anyday, heck he'd take the one that messed his life up over them! Finding himself growing increasingly weary at the thought of a Romanesque imperialism within a group around here. He thought he'd left that behind, he thought he'd have a chance to look past smothering leaders... it was a shame there was no escaping greed. "Well if they had any wits about 'em they'd be lookin' for some easy labour with the takeover, cowards, every single god damn one of them,". Perhaps Snowbound included, for they lacked the sense or spine to understand that raising your claws wasn't always so bad. "Good to meet ya Lucy, anyways" he cooed, gaze drifting off to the side of the dragon's body as he was left to his own thoughts.
WHERE SECRETS LIE IN THE BORDER FIRES
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