[ it's no secret as to what soren desires, here; it's the soren way, yet he figures what stops the knight from attacking him right and there is some silly notion of honor in attacking someone who's down.
the words stab with irritation. there's a chuckle, one that's entirely devoid of mirth. he thinks: him? fear his son? alas, he considers this change in soren further maddening - lost, apparently, are the days when he could cow his son into compliance with just a look.
and bitingly, ]
Villainous to those that insist on opposing me, perhaps.
[ his tail uncurls, slithering back to his side. viren, without hurry, rises to his feet to draw himself to his full height. ]
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the words stab with irritation. there's a chuckle, one that's entirely devoid of mirth. he thinks: him? fear his son? alas, he considers this change in soren further maddening - lost, apparently, are the days when he could cow his son into compliance with just a look.
and bitingly, ]
Villainous to those that insist on opposing me, perhaps.
[ his tail uncurls, slithering back to his side. viren, without hurry, rises to his feet to draw himself to his full height. ]