01-23-2020, 06:55 PM
May Aurum have Lamashtu's blessing for trying to keep the peace between Vathmos and Snarl. He would need it. The hyena found herself standing as Snarl uttered that word again, the taunting, whooping laughter already leaking from her throat. Vathmos' hair stood, the hyena standing to move, placing herself between Snarl and the fire.
"It's Vathmos." She growled, lips pulled back to display her teeth. "Get it right." Vathmos did not deserve this kind of mistreatment or disrespect from her fellow hyena. Vathmos didn't do anything. Surely, Snarl had to be Vekkteman herself. Hyenas didn't just willingly leave their tribes. They were scarred and exiled from their species. Snarl couldn't possibly be here of her own will.
"Don't call me that again. I mean it." Vathmos' chest moved faster, holding back her rage as her blood boiled. her mind weighed the options. This wasn't a good place to fight Snarl, not with the large fire and everyone watching. Leaving would be an admission of defeat, and Vathmos could not let Snarl think she had won.
"It's Vathmos." She growled, lips pulled back to display her teeth. "Get it right." Vathmos did not deserve this kind of mistreatment or disrespect from her fellow hyena. Vathmos didn't do anything. Surely, Snarl had to be Vekkteman herself. Hyenas didn't just willingly leave their tribes. They were scarred and exiled from their species. Snarl couldn't possibly be here of her own will.
"Don't call me that again. I mean it." Vathmos' chest moved faster, holding back her rage as her blood boiled. her mind weighed the options. This wasn't a good place to fight Snarl, not with the large fire and everyone watching. Leaving would be an admission of defeat, and Vathmos could not let Snarl think she had won.
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