[ Astarion gets to witness the unusual sight of a wolf visibly rolling its eyes, not at all deterred by his half-hearted threat. Human or elf or whatever this creature is, the condescension is all too familiar - what is it about these furless, flat-faced races, thin-skinned and weak, but somehow all too eager to sneer down upon what they consider little more than a talking animal. ]
And what will you hunt, undead filth?
[ The growl comes rumbling forth from deep within his chest, and Khoriya is already loping forward, tail up, ruff and mane bristling in threat as he tenses to spring. Even lost in a world beyond his wildest imaginations, Khoriya is still a soldier, a beast of duty who follows stark and unyielding line of thought: what threat does this aberration of nature pose to the innocent? ]
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And what will you hunt, undead filth?
[ The growl comes rumbling forth from deep within his chest, and Khoriya is already loping forward, tail up, ruff and mane bristling in threat as he tenses to spring. Even lost in a world beyond his wildest imaginations, Khoriya is still a soldier, a beast of duty who follows stark and unyielding line of thought: what threat does this aberration of nature pose to the innocent? ]