02-16-2016, 04:31 PM
OOC~ Yeah, that works!
Her dexteritle paw rubbed her forehead halfway through Jebidiah's explaination. Hackles raised and ears flattened. Meanwhile, Luceundi was busy trying to understand how the little amigo of the human's could survive without a face to assist it eat and breathe. Amethyst gems rolled in mere amusement when she was going to reply to his suggestions. "Exlie means he gets away with attempted murder. Death is fair judgement or at least rip what he cares about from him. But you do have a point. Killing him would set wild animals back for years...however, if we took his Satanic canines, he would become enraged and attack every village in sight until he'd find them. That would lead to actual death and maybe the rest of the land would go crumbling down with it."
Thinking back to what the cook/bartender said a few moments before he and his entourage had entered and they began conversing. "According to him," Her anthropmorphic skull signaled toward the other man, "Scarved Salvencha Man has done harmful things before. And what he did..... he tried to kill the most favored member of the Marble Pack. Takoma wants him dead or at the least, suffering, to where he wishes he was dead. But either way, someone is going to have their blood spilt. Question is, who's do you want it to be?"
{WHELP! There goes the neighborhood! Thanks for exposing us to the human world, Mora Lucentr--} With a snap, the white wolf-human swiveled at break-neck speed to scold her 'brother'. "DON'T YOU DARE USE MY LAST NAME!!!" The average person had been thrown out the window and in the spotlight stood the lupus lycanthropus, a bit embarrassedand hoping she hadn't drawn too much attention to herself. Just for a moment, her hands, if they could be called that, brushed her contrasting black dress that had remained from her tripping and ripping scenes. Perhaps she had a short temper, but it was because there were so many things that can set off a perfectionist. Gracefully, as if nothing happened, set back on her perch and put her head down so she could think about their quest with a clearer mind.
The obsidian canine just snorted off the shifter's snapping and waltzed over to the toy and gently put his large paw on it's ... head? {Boop. Whatever you are, you'd be a hoot back home!}
Her dexteritle paw rubbed her forehead halfway through Jebidiah's explaination. Hackles raised and ears flattened. Meanwhile, Luceundi was busy trying to understand how the little amigo of the human's could survive without a face to assist it eat and breathe. Amethyst gems rolled in mere amusement when she was going to reply to his suggestions. "Exlie means he gets away with attempted murder. Death is fair judgement or at least rip what he cares about from him. But you do have a point. Killing him would set wild animals back for years...however, if we took his Satanic canines, he would become enraged and attack every village in sight until he'd find them. That would lead to actual death and maybe the rest of the land would go crumbling down with it."
Thinking back to what the cook/bartender said a few moments before he and his entourage had entered and they began conversing. "According to him," Her anthropmorphic skull signaled toward the other man, "Scarved Salvencha Man has done harmful things before. And what he did..... he tried to kill the most favored member of the Marble Pack. Takoma wants him dead or at the least, suffering, to where he wishes he was dead. But either way, someone is going to have their blood spilt. Question is, who's do you want it to be?"
{WHELP! There goes the neighborhood! Thanks for exposing us to the human world, Mora Lucentr--} With a snap, the white wolf-human swiveled at break-neck speed to scold her 'brother'. "DON'T YOU DARE USE MY LAST NAME!!!" The average person had been thrown out the window and in the spotlight stood the lupus lycanthropus, a bit embarrassedand hoping she hadn't drawn too much attention to herself. Just for a moment, her hands, if they could be called that, brushed her contrasting black dress that had remained from her tripping and ripping scenes. Perhaps she had a short temper, but it was because there were so many things that can set off a perfectionist. Gracefully, as if nothing happened, set back on her perch and put her head down so she could think about their quest with a clearer mind.
The obsidian canine just snorted off the shifter's snapping and waltzed over to the toy and gently put his large paw on it's ... head? {Boop. Whatever you are, you'd be a hoot back home!}