Leaning heavily against the wall, Khoriya staggers forward one step, then another in the direction of the stables, determined to ignore the shuffling movement out of the corner of his eye. But even now, that damned elf Ankari seems intent on being a thorn in his side.
His jaws work, the haze of mindless bloodlust threatening to descend upon him again. To speak grants him some small measure of control, even if it is only to give voice to the torrent of vitriol that pours forth from slavering jaws, spitting venom as if in hopes that cruelty will drive the elven prince away.
"You wish to shepherd me, princeling?" A harsh bark of sound, something between a snarl and and anguished croak. "Don't make me laugh. Are you so eager to throw yourself beneath my claws, little princeling? Or have you succumbed to the harlot ways of the locals here - is it a a worg's cock you desire, worthless royal whore that you are?"
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His jaws work, the haze of mindless bloodlust threatening to descend upon him again. To speak grants him some small measure of control, even if it is only to give voice to the torrent of vitriol that pours forth from slavering jaws, spitting venom as if in hopes that cruelty will drive the elven prince away.
"You wish to shepherd me, princeling?" A harsh bark of sound, something between a snarl and and anguished croak. "Don't make me laugh. Are you so eager to throw yourself beneath my claws, little princeling? Or have you succumbed to the harlot ways of the locals here - is it a a worg's cock you desire, worthless royal whore that you are?"