The beast fell and left pooled a fresh 'lake' to choke and blind as the odd winds of the Rift slowly picked up the serpent dust to remove it. Aue was glad to not have seven feet of hair to collect the particles - less glad when Haumea bade the General to fetch.
Ire rippled through the Eternal of Lemons at the command, loosely couched in terms of 'honor' - had it come from the Ascendant, from a higher rank it could have been borne, but from that? From one that stood by idly and watched, as though this were some ******** game and he the arbiter of cosmic rules? No. Aue would not accept this, nor would he forget it. Unless the other corrupt were injured, no.
Tempest grey watched critically for signs of hurt and fatigue of body, for strain and weakness in the build. The first practical application of his craft, as it were. Faustite moved with purpose to the rally point, so too did Aue: falling into line behind him as clockwork, his displeasure held tightly in check under his tongue where it belonged.
Strickenized
the dog follows
