
The grip on the bare neck tightened, gloved hands reached to hold the wrist of the aggressor weakly. "You hold no chance, Aoelus'a. Nothing will stop the Primal." The Roegadyn's attacker bore teeth in a smile, his Miqo'te eyes covered by longer bangs of dark red with white highlights. Though she was choking the female Roegadyn gave out a smirk, the light in her eyes was fading quickly. "You can protect your other... but who will protect you?"Â
The head of the Miqo'te lifted enough to reveal his face. His amused face was gone as his eyes peered into her, shifting and swirling one consumed even the pupil in pure white, the other pure black. Both searched her and held no more appeal than endless voids. His fangs poked out from under his upper lip and held over his lower lip constantly without need to bare them. Holding her neck with one arm his voice slid out from his lips with a darkness like an unwanted demon's; corruption with a want for purity.Â
"No one. Only this one needs it." He spoke as his fingers tightened, the metal of his armor shifting with his movements and only muffled slightly by the sounds of the bones inside the woman's neck cracking. She gave off no sound as her strength waned until she dangled helple-
"Woah woah woah woah woah."Â
"What?"
"You're telling me that not only did he chase after to fight a primal -by himself-, but he lifted up a Roegadyn and choked her and snapped her neck with one hand."Â
Two Hyur and a Miqo'te males sat around a table, cards in hand and beer bottles between them. Each were armored well enough and kept their weapons laying against the table.Â
"I'm telling you that's what happened." The Highlander Hyur spoke loudly as he looked to the others.Â
"Buuuuulllshiiiit." Â The Miqo'te spoke, intoxicated as he shook his head. "The boss is weird, but he's not strong or anything like that. He gives Miqo'te a bad name walking around acting like he's so cold. I bet he's a fluffy little puppy on the inside."Â
"You mean kitty."
"What?"Â
"He's a Miqo'te...so you mean fluffy little kitty."Â
The Miqo'te shook his head again. "No, he weirds me out. I am going to think of him as a dog until he doesn't frighten me."Â
The Midlander took a swig from his bottle and looked at the other two, smirking and blushing in early intoxication. "And what's up with the way he speaks? Who the hell is 'this one'? And 'the third'?" He snorted in a small laughter. "I think he carries around mice or something."Â
The Highlander nodded slowly. "Yeah, he talks in the third person...or that's what it sounds like... it's fucking weird."Â
"You know what else is pretty weird?" The three turned around to the noise; an armored Miqo'te stood behind them with his arms crossed, his lips curled down in an un-amused look. "When I tell three idiots to guard the entrance when I say I'll be back later to check something out. They instead get 3 beers each and are playing cards before I even left and commence talking about their boss behind his back." The standing Miqo'te leaned forward and turned like a crane to turn to each, stopping at the Midlander. His hands held each other behind his back. His gaze into each offered the thought of oblivion as his eyes were as described in the Hyur's story.
The three men stood up quickly saluting and shaking. A-A-A-Aoelus'a..ss-s-s-sir!" The largest spoke out in his salute. They stood there momentarily in silence as Aoelus'a's pupiless eyes searched the three, his frown deepening as the seconds rolled on without noise.
"GET MOVING" He screamed at the guards, his hands to his sides now in fists. "Or we'll be playing Go-Fish with your LIVES!" He looked to the other Miqo'te, his glare hard to make out without vision of any eyes besides voids, but much too easy to piece together that he wasn't happy. "I think you'll enjoy it the most, little fluffy kitty."
The three moved out of he room quickly, making sure to grab their weapons before heading out. The Midlander leaned back into the doorway, looking to Aoelus'a. "Hey...boss?"Â
"What?"
"Have you ever chased after and fought a primal...and could you pick up a Roegadyn with one arm?"
Aoelus'a looked to him for a second, then turning his surprised gaze at his own bicep. He was certainly muscular, but not overly big for his race and would never be able to pick up something that big with one hand. His wide-eyed stare shifted back to the Hyur slowly before speaking softly in his demonic voice.Â
"You're an absolute idiot, Rourrick. Get out of here before I catch your stupidity."
 The Hyur blushed and half-saluted before leaving. Aoelus'a sighed as he looked down; he crossed his arms again and closed his eyes.Â
"Hey, Aoelus'a, you should be head-of-security for Ambrosia. It'll be fun, Aoelus'a... and you'll be able to protect people like you allllwaaays wanted." He inhaled deeply and exhaled the same as he picked up an un-opened beer on the table the others sat at and popped it open, drinking quickly from it.Â
"Fuck you, Aoelus'a. How can the original voice inside my own head have such shitty ideas?"
The head of the Miqo'te lifted enough to reveal his face. His amused face was gone as his eyes peered into her, shifting and swirling one consumed even the pupil in pure white, the other pure black. Both searched her and held no more appeal than endless voids. His fangs poked out from under his upper lip and held over his lower lip constantly without need to bare them. Holding her neck with one arm his voice slid out from his lips with a darkness like an unwanted demon's; corruption with a want for purity.Â
"No one. Only this one needs it." He spoke as his fingers tightened, the metal of his armor shifting with his movements and only muffled slightly by the sounds of the bones inside the woman's neck cracking. She gave off no sound as her strength waned until she dangled helple-
"Woah woah woah woah woah."Â
"What?"
"You're telling me that not only did he chase after to fight a primal -by himself-, but he lifted up a Roegadyn and choked her and snapped her neck with one hand."Â
Two Hyur and a Miqo'te males sat around a table, cards in hand and beer bottles between them. Each were armored well enough and kept their weapons laying against the table.Â
"I'm telling you that's what happened." The Highlander Hyur spoke loudly as he looked to the others.Â
"Buuuuulllshiiiit." Â The Miqo'te spoke, intoxicated as he shook his head. "The boss is weird, but he's not strong or anything like that. He gives Miqo'te a bad name walking around acting like he's so cold. I bet he's a fluffy little puppy on the inside."Â
"You mean kitty."
"What?"Â
"He's a Miqo'te...so you mean fluffy little kitty."Â
The Miqo'te shook his head again. "No, he weirds me out. I am going to think of him as a dog until he doesn't frighten me."Â
The Midlander took a swig from his bottle and looked at the other two, smirking and blushing in early intoxication. "And what's up with the way he speaks? Who the hell is 'this one'? And 'the third'?" He snorted in a small laughter. "I think he carries around mice or something."Â
The Highlander nodded slowly. "Yeah, he talks in the third person...or that's what it sounds like... it's fucking weird."Â
"You know what else is pretty weird?" The three turned around to the noise; an armored Miqo'te stood behind them with his arms crossed, his lips curled down in an un-amused look. "When I tell three idiots to guard the entrance when I say I'll be back later to check something out. They instead get 3 beers each and are playing cards before I even left and commence talking about their boss behind his back." The standing Miqo'te leaned forward and turned like a crane to turn to each, stopping at the Midlander. His hands held each other behind his back. His gaze into each offered the thought of oblivion as his eyes were as described in the Hyur's story.
The three men stood up quickly saluting and shaking. A-A-A-Aoelus'a..ss-s-s-sir!" The largest spoke out in his salute. They stood there momentarily in silence as Aoelus'a's pupiless eyes searched the three, his frown deepening as the seconds rolled on without noise.
"GET MOVING" He screamed at the guards, his hands to his sides now in fists. "Or we'll be playing Go-Fish with your LIVES!" He looked to the other Miqo'te, his glare hard to make out without vision of any eyes besides voids, but much too easy to piece together that he wasn't happy. "I think you'll enjoy it the most, little fluffy kitty."
The three moved out of he room quickly, making sure to grab their weapons before heading out. The Midlander leaned back into the doorway, looking to Aoelus'a. "Hey...boss?"Â
"What?"
"Have you ever chased after and fought a primal...and could you pick up a Roegadyn with one arm?"
Aoelus'a looked to him for a second, then turning his surprised gaze at his own bicep. He was certainly muscular, but not overly big for his race and would never be able to pick up something that big with one hand. His wide-eyed stare shifted back to the Hyur slowly before speaking softly in his demonic voice.Â
"You're an absolute idiot, Rourrick. Get out of here before I catch your stupidity."
 The Hyur blushed and half-saluted before leaving. Aoelus'a sighed as he looked down; he crossed his arms again and closed his eyes.Â
"Hey, Aoelus'a, you should be head-of-security for Ambrosia. It'll be fun, Aoelus'a... and you'll be able to protect people like you allllwaaays wanted." He inhaled deeply and exhaled the same as he picked up an un-opened beer on the table the others sat at and popped it open, drinking quickly from it.Â
"Fuck you, Aoelus'a. How can the original voice inside my own head have such shitty ideas?"