you know what [visitor]

[gael]

♛

"Mortals," Gael mutters, rolling back his shoulders indifferently.  So this tiger was another big shot; dripping with self-proclaimed glory.  Pathetic. Mortals like Kanga drove the world to shattered pieces. He bites back a sneer in disgust.

Instead he laughs.  A short, amused sound.  Gael huffed, eyes flashing with something ancient as he locked his eyes on the striped beast once more.  "I have faced far worse than the likes of you, so bide your arrogant tongue." True, his body was small, but it was lean and quick and the blood of many larger beings were on his claws.  Most mportantly it didn't matter.  He was Fae, this immortal.  He'd simply come back.  Though I do believe it's a matter of choice, since other Fae had gone and left forever.  Their choice.  Gael had his own ambitions in this world.

"Your 'ambitions' are temporary at best, as all you mortals' marks are, so I could care less and Kydobi shouldn't either.  No doubt he probably hates the sound of your voice.  Perhaps your entitled attitude.  No matter; I could tell you our leader has little interest in the likes of you." Except maybe to shed a little blood. Jervis would see him as a threat to power for sure.  I wouldn't mind seeing that. For the vulpine felt rather confident this one bore trouble for them should he stay; he didn't come to these lands to get caught in between the futile power struggles of mortals.

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"ISN'T IT LOVELY?" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / the pitt / lamby

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