A Different Kind of Game
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Replies to his barrage came without her needing to say a word. His questions were met with a language better suited to a beast that was made to use her strength than words. And restraint was dutifully exercised to keep her formidable maw from sealing around his own to silence him. Such anger alone would have been enough to quiet any other... but so used to this were the Lambda family that these death glares and forced restraints were but earned trophies they received in acknowledgement of their skill. Regardless of whom they harmed in the process.

"...we do not choose mates for ourselves... nor are we allowed to have our own families..." her ears fell against her autumn crown as he approached, her sullen gaze not missing the lack of strain in his step. "We are kept from experiencing many things that our kind are meant to share..." she continued on, standing firmly against his confident stature to defend her found beliefs. "There is a simplicity found in having a family for ourselves without the fear that they will be taken and made part of another-" Too few words than all she had hoped to say, stopped dead before she could attempt to continue on. Fanciful. That was how she sounded. Her words mentally replayed themselves and she could only sigh disheartened. "Nevermind."

A moment passed for her to recollect her thoughts, setting aside the emotional tirade for now. "We are not diplomatic... nor are we as versed as you. But we are strong, physically and in our drive to prosper. But..." her ears then perked up again as her eyes turned from the placid lake to become fixed upon her dark companion. "...if you are offering to lend your expertise, then perhaps you should dull the edge of your tongue before it becomes the cause of our 'baptism of blood'."



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