23.Apr.13, 07:14 PM
"Stolen people? Hah..."
S'kef grunted and found himself awkwardly sliding his heels back and pressing his knees together to protect his groin from the sudden attack, which would have shaken him from his train of thought where he not so alarmed and amused by the accusation. Was 'amused' even the right word? 'Furious' might have been more fitting, but he was trying ever-so-hard not to pop the kid's head off his shoulders as it was...Hold it together! he reminded himself grumpily, clenching the boy's shift even tighter before shoving him against the wall again.
"Stolen people? You should think before you accuse someone of another man's sins," he said, allowing an almost cruel sneer to cross his face. "Have you been paying attention to what goes on around you, kid? Or have you simply been listening to the poison and whining of those who are resistant to change?"
He leaned in a bit closer, brown eyes hard and sharp. "Tsuen is the one who feared returning home. She is the one who deemed kidnapping necessary..and D'ren is the one who made it happen. They are the ones your anger should be directed at," he said, his voice practically tingling with his hatred of the pair. Sure, his own anger towards them was much broader and more complicated than that but the truth stood...S'kef wasn't one to coddle the northerners, but he certainly understood their rage. In a way, he felt like he was in a similar position.
"Do you think I like being here?" he asked, narrowing his eyes and grinding his teeth together, nostrils flaring with rage as he thought about the turns he'd wasted in the hellish jungle...both before and after the formation of Katila. "Do you think I want to stay here? I too was robbed of my home by this filthy place...and if you ever wish to see the north again, you would be wise to reconsider your words and your actions."
There was no reason to elaborate. He released Oahvakeen and took a long step backwards, crossing his arms and watching the boy with a severe expression.
S'kef grunted and found himself awkwardly sliding his heels back and pressing his knees together to protect his groin from the sudden attack, which would have shaken him from his train of thought where he not so alarmed and amused by the accusation. Was 'amused' even the right word? 'Furious' might have been more fitting, but he was trying ever-so-hard not to pop the kid's head off his shoulders as it was...Hold it together! he reminded himself grumpily, clenching the boy's shift even tighter before shoving him against the wall again.
"Stolen people? You should think before you accuse someone of another man's sins," he said, allowing an almost cruel sneer to cross his face. "Have you been paying attention to what goes on around you, kid? Or have you simply been listening to the poison and whining of those who are resistant to change?"
He leaned in a bit closer, brown eyes hard and sharp. "Tsuen is the one who feared returning home. She is the one who deemed kidnapping necessary..and D'ren is the one who made it happen. They are the ones your anger should be directed at," he said, his voice practically tingling with his hatred of the pair. Sure, his own anger towards them was much broader and more complicated than that but the truth stood...S'kef wasn't one to coddle the northerners, but he certainly understood their rage. In a way, he felt like he was in a similar position.
"Do you think I like being here?" he asked, narrowing his eyes and grinding his teeth together, nostrils flaring with rage as he thought about the turns he'd wasted in the hellish jungle...both before and after the formation of Katila. "Do you think I want to stay here? I too was robbed of my home by this filthy place...and if you ever wish to see the north again, you would be wise to reconsider your words and your actions."
There was no reason to elaborate. He released Oahvakeen and took a long step backwards, crossing his arms and watching the boy with a severe expression.