31.Mar.13, 09:39 PM
Zeianth was a proud and arrogant dragon but for all of his silence and lack of socializing, he wasn’t completely heartless nor did he expect to bowed before. He stared at Shanith, letting her do her little well-rehearsed routine which he knew was more a show than anything genuine before giving a rumbling grunt that she had been heard. His attention was, as ever, on D’hys. A bronze is to blame. A trick was played, for what purpose, I am unsure. The girl was also cut in the attack so you should keep your distance. Zeianth understood D’hys’ fears and the memories attached to firelizards and respected them since it made him more relaxed. One day the fear of the little creatures that clearly weren’t doing any harm this time around might become annoying and a talk would be had but for now, Zeianth continued to humour him.
D’hys stood a bit straighter as the warning was given to him but he didn’t make a move to jump away from the woman that had not only been chased by the creatures but mauled, likely drawing blood but at least coating her in their dirty saliva. After all, he had a reputation to uphold! Of course most people knew he slept around and enjoyed life to the fullest but they didn’t need to know how cruel and manipulating he could be; at least not until they served their purpose. R’ana was a lowly green and a woman but she could come in useful both in the future and currently by spreading the word of his kindness. “I do fairly well at cooking thanks to my mother and sisters so while appreciated, I’ll pass on that. The massage oil sounds nice though. I could use it should any kinks arrive after a run or to spoil V’zire.” The drawing of Niskziath would be a perfect gift as well but D’hys was reminded that B’jin was handy with paints and it would be a fun way to interact with that greenrider sometime soon.
“If you give the oil a calming scent, I’ll offer you my sink to clean up at and bandages for any scrapes the adventure may have brought about.” D’hys stepped further back and pointed in the direction of the kitchen where dinner was being prepared but some fresh and warm water had recently been removed from the fire.
D’hys stood a bit straighter as the warning was given to him but he didn’t make a move to jump away from the woman that had not only been chased by the creatures but mauled, likely drawing blood but at least coating her in their dirty saliva. After all, he had a reputation to uphold! Of course most people knew he slept around and enjoyed life to the fullest but they didn’t need to know how cruel and manipulating he could be; at least not until they served their purpose. R’ana was a lowly green and a woman but she could come in useful both in the future and currently by spreading the word of his kindness. “I do fairly well at cooking thanks to my mother and sisters so while appreciated, I’ll pass on that. The massage oil sounds nice though. I could use it should any kinks arrive after a run or to spoil V’zire.” The drawing of Niskziath would be a perfect gift as well but D’hys was reminded that B’jin was handy with paints and it would be a fun way to interact with that greenrider sometime soon.
“If you give the oil a calming scent, I’ll offer you my sink to clean up at and bandages for any scrapes the adventure may have brought about.” D’hys stepped further back and pointed in the direction of the kitchen where dinner was being prepared but some fresh and warm water had recently been removed from the fire.