Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180531002452

Tirush gives Barnabus a look of incredulity. "You ask me?  You, who named him An ahn theem, for crimes so black, he was to be driven from your world?  Tell me of the things he did here, and I say to you, he has done the same to us!"

Her words become an angry snarl, not at Barnabus, but at the thought of Armata. She throws a clawed hand towards the direction of the massacred village they passed two days prior.

"The terrible misery, the death these ones have wrought, he has done the same to us!  My husband, and Ken'dhov, and the Black Dog, they three fought him, and stopped his plague of agony he brought with him.  A thousand thousand, perhaps more, slain by him, and a thousand more in chains, to serve him, to bring back the ancient dead and destroy us!  These things my husband told me, and he spoke the truth!  This thing also, Ken'dhov will say!"

She lowers her hand, her elbows resting on her knees as she squats. Her eyes brim with fire, her lips curled in anger as she continues. "The An ahn theem tells my husband, that he will feed him to a beast, that my children will find his bones in the offal!  He says to him, that he will enslave his wives, my wives, our children!  Our precious children, our tiny ones, our ones not yet blossomed, who have done no wrong!"

Her voice clips with a guttural growl, one that can be felt in the ground. It's clear that the more she speaks of it, the angrier she gets.

"And my husband tells me these things AFTER I offer my friendship to him!  He tells me my flame is cold! MY FLAME!   I ask my Danthe, why is he so?  And my Danthe tells me!  These terrible truths, these terrible things!  Had I know he was such an enemy, I would have flown with my husband, and Ken'dhov, and the Black Dog, and ended him, and turned his palace to ash!  He is my enemy, forever!  And when our precious ones are again safe, I will remember the mark I made on him, and name him my enemy, and we shall end, one way, or another!"

Tirush becomes so angry her voice almost reverts to her primordial state, the air resonating with her words. She reaches up and wipes some molten spittle from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. Her chest heaves with her anger, her breathing a steady, low rumble, like a distant storm.