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It was the snide grin which followed the words that irked the petite woman more than the words themselves. That the woman thought herself clever to grant pardon when Nayru was not asking that, but rather clarification was bothersome, but Nayru said nothing at this. Instead she fixed her ruby eyes more intently upon the strange creature that had shown up not too far from her borders. The Lady had always been one for details, able to recall most any face even from the earliest of her memories, and the divided face of this woman would not soon be forgotten. No, the smile that Nayru took for a sneer, the azure eyes, the near perfectly symmetrical split were all committed to memory. A memory that was already proving not to be a very happy one.
And yet clarification came tumbling from the lady's lips salted with insult. Her children? Her children smelled of death? And yet Nayru then took the words to be a threat. What pack would allow a pregnant woman to wander so near to unclaimed lands? What of it, unless this lady was offering harm to her or her unborn children? The slight female instinctively took a step back, creating more distance between the stranger and herself. As always the well trained warrior carried with her the blade that had served her since reaching adulthood, but she did not move to draw it. Nayru knew that she could quite possibly end the life of the lady before her even in her rounded shape, but at what cost to herself?
The words, the threats, continued to pour from the woman and Nayru's fur began to bristle along her back. The lady spoke of the children's father, and she could have no idea. Nayru herself had no idea what Razekiel had been thinking that blurred night. Nayru barely had any idea of what she herself had been thinking. Nayru spoke through now bared teeth, as the she-devil seemed to imply that her unborn children were targets of her wrath or psychotic duty. "You know not of which you speak." And she didn't, of that Nayru was sure. This Lilin knew not of the kind of clan Ichika was, or what Razekiel's thoughts were, or whether her unborn children were meant to live or die. "I think it best you take your false words and leave now." And Nayru stood taller then, her voice loud and firm as it rarely was.
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