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 Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 12:24 pm
 Vartan had almost smacked the hell out of the kid.
He hadn't planned on it. He wasn't the kinda stallion who got his jollies by thinking up ways to beat down weak-a** foals. The urge had snuck up on him, like a sudden ache in his muscles after too many hours of running. One minute the kid had been all full of fire and attitude, talking s**t because his missed his mom and was trying to pretend he wasn't sad. The next, Vartan's instincts had screamed that the easiest way to shut up an annoying colt was to break his damn jaw.
He'd slammed his forehoof into a snowbank, instead, and abruptly informed Jumanjii that he was taking off for the weekend, before galloping out of his territory as fast as his legs could carry him.
Enough was enough. Vartan needed to get this s**t taken care of. Not because Galaxia gave a damn, or so that he could crawl back for the approval of Her Holy Perfectness Marut, but because for a moment, there, he'd been thinking like a goddamn Kalona, and he'd rather let the wolves take him than turn into something that maimed its own kind.
Word around the forest was that some foreign stallion was wandering these parts. Vartan figured that was as good a place to start as any, since hell if anything the Kawani could do had ever helped him one bit. So he followed the trails, and the tracks, and the birdsong, until he finally came upon a dark figure in the snowfields.
"Oi." He greeted the stallion. "You. You're the foreigner, right?"
A foreign unicorn, but the looks of it, with fancy lah-di-dah hair ornaments and an oh-so-special horn. Great. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea after all. Vartan'd known and liked unicorns in the past. He also knew that most of 'em got pissy at the thought of associating with an 'inferior' grounded Soquili. If this guy was anything like Ishmael, Vartan was getting the hell out of there.
But... he had to try. He had to. He wasn't a freaking coward. And there was nothing else to be done.
"I need to talk to you."
Vartan might not have any wings, or horns, or mutations, but he was still a huge, burly stallion, covered in the scars of his many battles. He wasn't trying to come off as threatening, but he probably looked the part in spite of it all.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 12:45 pm
Azzinoth had always been notorious for his size, towering high above the 'purest' of unicorns all thanks to the blood he had been graced with by his father. It had caused a number of awkward encounters throughout his journey and more often than not he was regarded as an imposing figure. The large warglaive strapped to his side had done nothing to assist him in denying these claims. Such was the opinions of the strangers within these realms that he had opted to remain in solitude as he sought out his charge. That being said his arrival within these lands had not gone unnoticed and neither had his deeds as a healer. Whether he cared to admit it or not he had left his mark on a number of individuals and it had taken it's toll - someone had deliberately sought him out.
His ears swivelled as the foreign accent caught upon their tips and slowly he turned round to face the stallion. It wasn't the most conventional of meetings, nor had any introduction been provided but as a wanderer he often regarded introductions to be trivial. No sooner had he arrived than he would be gone again and those he had encountered could disregard his existence entirely. That being said, he continued to regard the stallion with with shimmering eyes and a great deal of patience as he spoke; and pursed his lips briefly at the request for aid. Well, the stallion could admit to being impressed by the directness of the other.
His hair brushed gently against his shoulders and after a moment of silence the unicorn chose to bridge the gap between himself and the other. Step by step he nudged his way through the undergrowth and came to a halt a few feet from Vartan. Lowering his head slightly, he made certain his eyes were met before offering a slight nod to indicate that he had understood. He was a novelty in these lands after all, residing far to the east there were few who grasped the idea that there were times when he wouldn't understand what they were saying...
"While you have spoken already, I assume that was not what your phrase was in relation to," he replied at last. The lilt of an accent was evident in his own words, certain letters rolled or slurred in a bizarre way. He had only had a companion bear to teach him on his travels to the Kawani and they had parted ways upon their arrival. The result of this was that Azzinoth hadn't had the opportunity to practice conversing as much as he really should have - though one who was antisocial rarely thought about such things anyway.
"You are correct, I do not come from these lands... Regardless, what is it that I can assist you with this day?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 1:19 pm
This foreigner might be imposing, with his fancy little accessory by his side, but Vartan didn't back down easy, and he sure as hell wasn't intimidated yet. He'd spent most of his life training to take on creepy-a** tentacles and flaring wings with nothing but his hooves and his reflexes to aid him. The more cocky that other Soquili got about their extra appendages, the harder they fell.
Plain violet eyes met shimmering blue, and Vartan curtly nodded back.
"Heh. Yeah. You don't talk like you're from around these parts. I guess they steered me right."
And what to say now? Vartan refused to show weakness. Especially when he didn't know what this guy was capable of. He might be sporting a twirly horn, but he sure as hell didn't look like a healer, all decked out for battle. There was no sense in spilling his guts before he knew a little bit about who he was talking to.
"I need information. Do they got Kalona in your land, foreigner?"
That blank, patient gaze made Vartan feel antsy. Like he wanted to fidget within his own ill-fitting skin. Maybe he shoulda just gone and killed something to work off his excess energy after all. The idea of talking about himself was an uncomfortable one. Galaxia was the only one who'd never batted him away for it (she found other, better reasons, mostly to do with him losing spars or smelling like creek-water).
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 1:45 pm
...Kalona?
Azzinoth had heard of such creatures but his lands were heavily guarded against the 'demonic', this wasn't to say he wasn't aware of their existance and knew of what they were though. However, he was not one to stereotype and as he had travelled to the Kawani his companion had informed him that certain Kalona had deviated from the path of 'darkness' to stand in the grey or within the light. For a brief instant Azzinoth's expression became one of mild confusion at the bizarre question - he'd initially assumed that his fangs had been spotted but that was merely paranoia rearing its ugly head after 'prolonged' company.
"I am aware of what they are," he offered once he had recovered his composure. Tilting his head to the side, he regarded the stallion with continued interest. "The lands I herald from are heavily guarded against their kind but they are not a foreign notion to me," he explained after another short pause. He wasn't entirely sure as to the relevance of such a query but life had taught him to humour an individual for a brief period of time before choosing to continue or leave their presence.
This stallion gave off the aura of being uncertain, his wariness was evident in his mannerisms and the flight 'fidget' and twitching within his limbs hadn't gone unnoticed. While Azzinoth was indeed an imposing creature, he was not without his skills and he was renowned (at home at least) for his abilities and intelligence. He was a doctor to put it plainly and mannerisms that one suspected they could hide were not so well hidden to one with a trained eye. That being said... it was not his place to enquire or thrust his aid upon another unless they absolutely required it, particularly a foreigner.
Patience was indeed a virtue in times like these.
"I hope that will satiate your curiosity..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 2:09 pm
Guarded against 'their kind', eh? Vartan wasn't sure if that made him feel better or worse. The foreigner was right. Kalona were evil and should be driven away at all costs.
Hell. Had it really been such a strange question? Vartan's hopes had been stupid to begin with. He cursed under his breath, before giving the unicorn a wry grin. From the way his muzzle twisted it was obvious that he didn't spend a lot of his time smiling.
"Nah, s'fine."
He tilted his head, and cast a bitter eye towards the horizon.
"Would it surprise you to know that I am one? Weak blood, with alla the bullshit and none of the fancy-a** perks, but it's there all the same." He chuckled darkly. It was not an amused sound. "I want it gone. But if you don't know nothing about Kalona, then I came all the way out here for nothing."
There was always the danger that the foreigner would attack him, now, for being what he was. Vartan didn't care. No one placed much value on the life of a stallion like him; too plain for the so-called higher races, and too tainted for all the regulars running about. And when he went, he wanted to go in battle, bathed in blood and glory.
Perhaps one day Galaxia would do him the honor. She was beautiful, when she fought. He'd like to close his eyes to a sight like that.
"Guess I'll let you on your way, stranger."
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 2:24 pm
"All that reside within this world possess tainted blood to a degree," Azzinoth informed the stallion with the same infuriating level of patience that he had possessed at the start of the meeting. "While your ancestors may be Kalona I fail to see why this should surprise me in any form," he continued. More than once he stumbled upon his words, not terribly elaborate. The words of the Kawani were odd to him and very 'musical' in quality - difficult for one of his origins to grasp but he was making valiant attempts to do so. Still, further body language had spoken volumes to him and had given much of the opposing stallion's purpose for being here away.
The Kawani shamans lacked the ability to assist him - or so the unicorn gathered. Their herbs and their spells had proved worthless, or perhaps they had merely lacked the understanding and preparedness to assist him. Regardless of the reasoning behind their failure, the stallion had deliberately sought him out for assistance and Azzinoth was not one who would merely reject him on the basis of blood. That would be hypocritical in itself, given that he was of tainted blood that could rival even the worst of demons in existance.
It was merely an unfortunate aspect of fate.
"I will not lie to you though, regardless of the shaman or doctor you speak with there is no way to exchange your blood for another. To do that one would be required to change the past and prevent their own creation," he pointed out calmly. He lifted his tail and abruptly flicked it against his ear to rid himself of an itch. Needless to say it was an action that few Kawani soquili did - an odd quirk to say the least. "You would cease to exist, however I begin to suspect you do not wish to take this in a literal sense..."
He paused again, mulling over his rather limited mental dictionary.
"You seek assistance for something else, yet you fail to recognise what it is and can only assume it is down to ancestrial blood." He furrowed his brow briefly, sincerely hoping that he had said the right thing... It sounded accurate if a little stiff anf jilted.
"Am I close...?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 3:00 pm
Vartan swallowed. His throat felt suddenly dry, his lips clumsy. Should he show weakness? Would it truly matter? The unicorn looked like a traveler. Vartan would probably never have to see him again. So maybe, just maybe, it was safe to speak his mind.
Sure, this foreigner didn't talk all that great, but it wasn't like Vartan was any kinda speech-making prodigy, so what did he care? He would have distrusted a fast-talker like Ishmael.
"I-"
He paused. Looked down at the ground. Then looked back up at the unicorn, eyes burning with fierce determination, just daring him to be a smart-a** and give Vartan the excuse he needed to throw down. It would have be so much easier if he could fought this out.
"I hurt things. And I like it." He said, thickly. "When I dream, I dream of combat, and I when I wake I don't feel alive unless I'm in the thick of battle. Everything else is numb. Like it's- it's not even real. I only want to kill Kalona. I want to bathe in their blood until this bullshit stops."
He advanced on the stallion and his goddamn infuriating patience. If he wasn't going to take Vartan seriously, Vartan would make him see what was wrong.
"I try. I try not to. You don't know how I- but it's never enough. My own goddamn family doesn't want me around, because I can't stop the way I feel, so they don't think I'm trying at all. They think I'm like this just to ruin their lives. Not that I give a damn about their holier-than-thou asses anymore. I just want-"
What did he want? Another life? Another skin? Another chance?
"No offense, foreigner, but someone like you wouldn't understand," Vartan snorted, switching the topic. "Not some unicorn. You think i care if I live or die? It would be better if a stallion like me didn't exist."
He stopped moving just within the sphere of the unicorn's personal space, his shoulders sagging with an invisible weight.
"But there's a kid, now. Not mine. I'm takin' care of him, cos he's sorta orphaned. He reminds me of me, when I was a colt. So goddamn angry. A real handful. And I'm going to hurt him if I can't fix myself."
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 3:23 pm
That was the problem with being raised by human priests, he had meditated with them and lived within their midst to the point that he too could be composed in any situation. Well...almost any situation, there were moments when such a front slipped and he fled in terror but when duty called he would not be deterred. This was one of those moments and despite the gap that was swiftly lessening between the pair the unicorn continued to listen to the stallion. He didn't budge, fidget or shift uncomfortably under the scrutiny of a stallion who seemed incapable of expressing himself in any other way other than violence, he merely accepted it.
"You do not know of the lives or heritage that those you meet may possess," he spoke quietly now. Vartan was close enough to the dark stallion to now see the fangs within his mouth, each time he spoke and annuciated his words they were clearly visible. Unicorn he might have been but he was far from 'pure' in that regard, he was not one who regarded the world as though it were beneath him and his own heritage was questionable. True he didn't understand the emotions that ran through the other soquili but he did recognise them.
Their symptoms could be detected and the more he spoke, the more he gave away. His body language combined with his description of his own problem enabled Azzinoth to give the diagnosis he needed. Granted he wasn't entirely sure that the stallion would want to hear the diagnosis but Azzinoth was not one to hide the truth. Vartan was obviously distressed by his own condition and with a child to care for, this condition could potential result in actions he sincerely regretted.
Needless to say, his family had done nothing to assist him with this, if anything they had made the matter worse. Azzinoth was getting more and more put off by the Kawani as the days progressed!
"Bathing in the blood of a Kalona, savouring such bloodlust will only serve to aggravate your condition. Continued violence will do nothing to aid your cause either," he shook his head slowly and released a sigh. "However I am sure that you have heard these sentiments echoed in a far less constructive manner," he added. It was not so much an after thought as a statement that indicated that he recognised his words would be irritating regardless of the truth that rang through them.
"You can't completely stifle such urges, there is no sure fire and immediate cure for the illness you possess - both pieces of news are unfortunate. However there are ways to silence it partially so that you may function in a way you consider more desirable... " He pursed his lips and tilted his head to one side, his hair pieces clapping lightly against his shoulders.
"The question is exactly how much of a change you desire to make and the amount you are prepared to sacrifice in return for it..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 3:40 pm
The fangs caught his attention, certainly. The tips of Azzinoth's canines glared with the light reflected off the snow. An interesting fact, to be sure. Fangs were for tearing meat, rending prey.
Vartan briefly considered what they'd look like, smashed through Azzinoth's upper lip. Why not? Tainted blood was fair game. He'd feel better. He had to. And maybe he'd be able to put up with the kid's lip for another week before cuffing him one.
A part of Vartan understood that he was being an a** to someone who was only trying to help him, and he should cut it the hell out. A bigger part of him wanted some kind - any kind - of honest reaction.
"Oh hell no." He rolled his eyed, barking out a dark, unamused laugh. "Here we go. Stop fighting, they say. Like it's that easy. When fighting is the only thing that helps, not to mention the only goddamn thing I'm good for."
He snapped his own blunt teeth. Not as a threat, not really, but because body language was the best way he could think of to make a point. Azzinoth's truths rang like mockery in his ears.
"Stop fighting? Please. Didn't I tell you that nothing else feels right? You might as well suggest that I stop being alive. You gonna try to drive that horn through my chest, foreigner? I don't want to stop fighting. What I want-"
He heaved a heavy sigh, and gritted his teeth, as though it took a physical effort to try and reign himself in and be cordial.
And in that moment of restrain, Vartan truly did know what he wanted, for once in his sorry-a** existence.
"What I want is a choice."
How was he ever gonna beat Galaxia if she could goal him into losing control every time? How was he gonna take care of that kid? He wasn't an animal. He wasn't.
Except when he was.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 3:58 pm
"I believe I did not tell you to give up combat," Azzinoth's tone became much sharper, his eyes narrowing somewhat. The stallion before him could attempt to be as imposing and intimidating as he saw fit but having dealt with Kiyoshi, Azzinoth was unphased. He could understand when an individual was aggravated and upset but it tried and tested his patience when those who sought help did not listen to it. Like a child, Vartan had wandered down the path of insolence and had leapt to conclusions. Azzinoth was not one who appreciated it when another placed words in his mouth, in fact it was one thing that he would not stand for. Unfortunately for Vartan this particular unicorn was also a diplomat and as a result he was by no means incliend to rise to the bait and enter into a brawl.
"I informed you that bloodshed and brutality did not serve a purpose other than to aggravate your condition," he continued. His tone was still calm, but there was now a darker bite to it of an individual who would not be regarded as a doormat regarded of what Vartan might first assume. "Conflict and sparring when done correctly are not the same thing. You would do well to hold your tongue and consider the words presented to you before scoffing them." The unicorn rolled his shoulders and grimaced mildly. He felt as though he had tumbled into the role of a teacher scolding his pupil and frankly, he wasn't in the mood for it. Azzinoth had other matters to attend to and even as a doctor he could only go so far.
...He was a foreigner after all and therefore did not demand the same level of respect that a shaman might.
Even if his methods worked better.
"It is not my place to judge you or to tell you what to do, snapping your teeth will do nothing more than to demonstrate your naivity and childishness. You sought my help through information and I gave it," he shook his head slowly, heaving another sigh as he took a few steps to the side to increase the gap between himself and the stallion again. A diplomat to the core, he was not going to spent the next twenty minutes playing 'who's the tallest' when he would ultimately win anyway. It was trivial and pointless.
"You desire a choice, that much I recognise. However unless you are prepared to listen to the words that escape from my mouth then I can do no more for you," he pursed his lips and allowed his jilted sentences to sink in. No doubt the stallion would need a few moments to translate some of the more awkward ones.
"You are bound to violence, if you are not willing to try and escape from that then you shall never have a choice regardless of what I give you."
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 4:11 pm
"Yeah, yeah, fine. Excuse me, mister eloquent, for not playin' semantic games and parsing fine points of meaning." Vartan rolled his eyes again. Childish? Insolent? Was that all? He'd heard a hell of a lot worse in his life than what this pompous know-it-all was throwing at him. But he'd keep his ground for now.
In a strange way, he was satisfied by seeing those glowy eyes narrow. It made the unicorn seem a little less perfect; brought the two of them down to the same level. For the moment, Vartan had what he wanted.
"Talk down to me all you want, 'cos you sound like you got big words anna fancy education, but real fighting is brutality. You can't whitewash war. Anything less is nothin' but sport - foals' games - and those can't satisfy me."
Of course, there were his sessions with Galaxia, which blurred the line so thoroughly that it all but disappeared in front of his muzzle. But the foreigner didn't need to know about those. They were... personal. Private. Something real, good, and true.
"If I give up violence, I'm nothing. I have nothing. No talents, no skills, no worth to anyone. S'like I told you. I'd be the walking dead." He sighed, tail flicking with frustration. In a way he was speaking to himself more than the foreigner. Voicing fears he'd never dared name in his thoughts. "So as I said before; you gonna drive that horn through my chest? That your solution? I don't mind if you do, though I wanna die with some dignity, so if that's your answer, I'm gonna have to make you work for it."
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 4:26 pm
"You have no place in this world to be raising a child with that mentality," he shook his head slowly, his expression all but grim. He was still composed and in control of his own emotions but he had hit a brick wall to say the least. The childish stallion was aiming for a fight, goading him endlessly in the hopes that he would become aggravated enough to rise to the challenge. Unfortunately, Vartan simply wasn't understanding what sort of creature the darkened one was and as a consequence he could do nothing more than take his leave. He could not beat around the bush with the Kawani local when he still had duties to perform elsewhere - the child wanted his help but wouldn't listen to him, it was merely a slippery slope.
"I pity the world he shall be raised within and what he will become," he cleared his throat at this and glanced round at his flanks. On his right his glaive remained snug to his side and on his left, his herbal pouch remained comfortably settled. He hadn't left anything behind to say the least, had yet to be provided with any type of solace to relax and could move immediately. Vartan was more than welcome to use the grove that Azzinoth had been musing over - if it was so easy to locate then it was not the most desirable location for the dark one anyway... He liked his privacy, particularly when it came to the impatient.
"You may mock me as you see fit, I do not jest regarding the art of war and have looked into the eyes of death himself," he once again paused to muse over his vocabulary, uncertain of the correct phrasing. There was no point in attempting to be eloquent when he wouldn't be listened to anyway. "Those who indulge in bloodbaths know only bloodbaths, they are destined to live in anguish and despair...to revel in the pain of those they strike down as though they are mere toys. They shall never recognise their full potential because they are controlled by that lust."
"If you desire to die then it will not be at my hooves," he drifted away from the stallion, keeping the him in his peripheral vision in case of attack. "I cannot help those who are blinded by blood and deafened by screams."
"Gomen - gomen nasai..." he finished and lulled into silence.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 4:36 pm
What were those foreign words? Probably cussing Vartan out or some s**t.
"You think I don't know that?" The stallion said quietly. "You think I don't know I'm scum to every Soquili in this damn country? I'm the one who lives this life. I wish I'd never been born."
He turned away. He was worthless. He was nothing. His whole family knew it. And if he lost his edge, he'd lose Galaxia too; the one thing left worth holding on to in this world.
Everything this foreigner said confirmed what Vartan knew was true in his heart. It would be better to be like Ishmael; enough of a Kalona to run with their herds, than to turn out a pathetic part-blooded creature like himself.
"I shouldnta come here. You're just like my family. 'Just don't be violent', they say. Like it's that simple. Just stopping. If I could do that, I wouldn't need you, or anyone else. I'd already be free."
A distant look lit up his eyes. He wasn't really looking at the foreigner. Not anymore. Newfound resolution made him calm.
"Whatever. Thanks, pal. I think I have my solution, now. And if you won't do it - I know some Kalona who will."
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 4:48 pm
Okay, that had done it.
As Vartan allowed his defences to fall the Unicorn swung round and systematically clouted the stallion upside the head with his tail. Think of it as a hand to the back fo the head, something intended to wake a person up or punish them for their recklessness and stupidity. Azzinoth had herd enough to confirm that he could help the soquili to an extent, however his time was limited and consequently there was only so much he could do at this precise moment in time. That being said Azzinoth could not ignore his duty as a doctor and as such he couldn't turn a blind eye to the stallion who was a potential risk to his own life...especially if their was a child awaiting his return. Insolent or not, Vartan would be subject to Azzinoth's treatment or at least some treatment.
"I did not say stop, baka!" He reinforced the same phrase for the third time as though it hadn't gotten through the last two. Perhaps his lack of prowess with the Kawani tongue was hindering him, maybe his annunciation of particular words was doing him no favours but this was truly exasperating. For some reason it appeared that Vartan had gotten it into his head that only a complete change of habits would help him and the unicorn highly suspected that it was all down to the 'aid' of his family. Azzinoth was most definitely not impressed by the Kawani and their upbringing at all...
"And if you were 'scum' then I would have brushed you off my hoof - you are very quick to judge," he pointed out coolly, raising a brow as he swooped around and whipped his tail around his leg, coiling it gently against the fluff around his hooves. "There are those in this world who would be more than happy to assist you but if you will not LISTEN to them then how do you expect them to succeed?" he enquired. Heaving another heavy sigh he quickly regathered his composure and tilted his head to the side.
"If you truly want to be free then you will...how do they say?" he mused over one of the any stories the bear had graced him with on his travels. There was one particular phrase he had in mind that would set out exactly how the unicorn felt. "Sit down, shut up and do exactly as you are told - now can you do that, or do I have to go against the doctor's code again and clout you one more time?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 4:59 pm
It took every fiber of restraint in Vartan's being not to lash out and trample the infuriating a** that he'd been idiotic enough to reveal his vulnerabilities to. Like hell he'd confide in any healer ever again. Bulls**t. His blood thundered to the beat of the Kawani war-drums, urging him to strike down the one who challenged his dominance.
"I am listening!" He snapped, jaws closing over empty air... instead of the ear that lay so temptingly out of reach. "I heard what you said! You're the one who says one thing an' then acts like it's something different! Maybe I ain't the smartest Soquili in the world, but you don't gotta-"
He stamped his hooves and whinnied, trying to work off excess nervous energy. This guy was damn confusing. Said he didn't think Vartan was scum, but talked to him from on high, like he was a little colt. Said he didn't want Vartan to stop, but led into his little lecture by saying that he couldn't continue to be violent at all. What the hell?
"Fine. Say your piece, stranger, 'cos I'm the one that brought it on. I got five minutes."
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