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Don't worry! It's fine, I promise. Lol.WC: 330
He cackled outwardly, a sinister tone dripping on every note. This woman thought she could intimidate him with her teeth. Don't worry, Kesho; she is an unskilled fighter, urged the voice in his head, demanding him to destroy. His body posture became more rigid, his hackles fully raised, and a snarl plaguing his face.
This woman made him angry with her presence alone. She seemed to carry herself as a leader, but she did not deserve such status. What sort of a leader is she, with no skill to defend her land?
"The only intentions I know of Inferni are of spiking skulls on their borders," the ivory woman spat, a hand removing a dagger from concealment.
Kesho's eyes darted to the weapon, but he did not flinch. He doubted she really knew how to use the hunk of metal, and he grinned, a gruff chuckle unable to be held inside. If he had sensed a thread in her, he might not still be standing there. Any creature with some amount of skill would have the advantage against him, in this lupus form. Quick and accurate though it was, it would he hard to escape her size and relative muscle mass. His crimson eyes narrowed as he studied her physique. It was decidedly unimpressive.
"You may not see our borders as art," he snarled at her, "but you shouldn't miss seeing what we do with the bodies." Inferni deserved to be feared; to him, it was an honor.
Kesho was still treading lightly, though the rage in him was quickly building, and it might not be long before he lost control of himself. For now, he stayed just out of reach, pacing as a predator stalks its treasured prey. His tongue hung out of his mouth, occasionally tracing the enamels of his worn, but well-pointed canines.