11-15-2018, 02:13 AM
Well, this was a whole lot of absolutely not. When she had discovered the scent of something other, Radeken had only been mildly peeved because although it did mean she had to take time away from her walk (and goodness knows she likes her walks), it was probably only something minor, like some joiner who didn't have enough sense to stay still. She supposed it could also have been some kind of very, very pathetic invasion on the behalf of a group whose scent she didn't recognize, but she doubted it. No invasion takes such a meandering route toward...toward...
Ah, shit. The hot blood and prey-scent on the wind drew an exasperated groan from the Cleric. No, not a joiner and not a crappy invasion, it must've been some idiot who couldn't tell that this was occupied land. Or didn't care. Either way, she took her sweet time on the off chance that it was some ballsy lunatic who wouldn't hesitate to attack her in much the same way that they clearly didn't hesitate to hunt here, and Radeken wasn't one for physical altercations. Her slowed pace eventually led her to the scene, Mogar tucking into his meal, acting to all the world like he belonged there. It very nearly pissed her off, but she was too quickly distracted by the sword that he had set to the side during his feasting. That looked...that looked real good. She wanted it.
"[color=black]Excuse me." I wonder if he'll fork it over as compensation for stealing. He wouldn't. Who would? Radeken licked her lips. "[color=black]I'm gonna have to ask you to piss off unless you've got some greater reason for being here besides taking what's ours." Her tone was cold, eyes colder. "[color=black]And if that's the case, you'd better start talking quick." She did her best to work the intimidation factor despite not being a particularly fearsome creature and despite her very, very strong desire to not have to get any closer to this dude than necessary. This was just her stalling. And eyeing that sword covetously.
Ah, shit. The hot blood and prey-scent on the wind drew an exasperated groan from the Cleric. No, not a joiner and not a crappy invasion, it must've been some idiot who couldn't tell that this was occupied land. Or didn't care. Either way, she took her sweet time on the off chance that it was some ballsy lunatic who wouldn't hesitate to attack her in much the same way that they clearly didn't hesitate to hunt here, and Radeken wasn't one for physical altercations. Her slowed pace eventually led her to the scene, Mogar tucking into his meal, acting to all the world like he belonged there. It very nearly pissed her off, but she was too quickly distracted by the sword that he had set to the side during his feasting. That looked...that looked real good. She wanted it.
"[color=black]Excuse me." I wonder if he'll fork it over as compensation for stealing. He wouldn't. Who would? Radeken licked her lips. "[color=black]I'm gonna have to ask you to piss off unless you've got some greater reason for being here besides taking what's ours." Her tone was cold, eyes colder. "[color=black]And if that's the case, you'd better start talking quick." She did her best to work the intimidation factor despite not being a particularly fearsome creature and despite her very, very strong desire to not have to get any closer to this dude than necessary. This was just her stalling. And eyeing that sword covetously.