[Thread] Stupid, Snarly Males!
Characters: OU: Surreal SaDiablo, OU: Takion
Where: Sor-Eski
When: Afternoon
Summary: Surreal goes looking for Saetan, and ends up chatting with Takion!
Warnings: Snarly witch, oh my!
For Darkness' sake, she'd agreed to the morning sessions so long ago she'd nearly forgotten why Lucivar owned her every morning movement. The Eyrien relative she'd gained by going into Kaeleer had always been a pain in her ass, and acted more protective than Sadi and the High Lord combined on most days. Or maybe he just strutted that fact more. The other two could be rather quiet when giving that protective familial "I'm a Warlord Prince and I know better than you," look. Morning work-outs consisted of a good workout with Eyrien fighting sticks, (the warblades always had flesh slicing blades), but the practice ones still hurt after getting whacked. An ex-assassin herself, Surreal was more than able to keep up physically.
But today had pushed her over the limit. Lucivar's arrogance was just a thorn under her nail that needed to get yanked out. She needed to yell at someone that wasn't giving her an arrogant smirk in reply. Saetan. Yes, the High Lord of Hell, the man that had taken her into his family and was also Lucivar Yaslana's flesh and blood father. It didn't matter that they were more alike than she chose to aknowledge, Surreal wanted to vent.
With a veil of dissonant air around her, Surreal pounded on Sor Eski's door enough times to be annoying. Her presence announced, and rather hard to ignore, she took a step back to stay out of the direct doorway.
Where: Sor-Eski
When: Afternoon
Summary: Surreal goes looking for Saetan, and ends up chatting with Takion!
Warnings: Snarly witch, oh my!
For Darkness' sake, she'd agreed to the morning sessions so long ago she'd nearly forgotten why Lucivar owned her every morning movement. The Eyrien relative she'd gained by going into Kaeleer had always been a pain in her ass, and acted more protective than Sadi and the High Lord combined on most days. Or maybe he just strutted that fact more. The other two could be rather quiet when giving that protective familial "I'm a Warlord Prince and I know better than you," look. Morning work-outs consisted of a good workout with Eyrien fighting sticks, (the warblades always had flesh slicing blades), but the practice ones still hurt after getting whacked. An ex-assassin herself, Surreal was more than able to keep up physically.
But today had pushed her over the limit. Lucivar's arrogance was just a thorn under her nail that needed to get yanked out. She needed to yell at someone that wasn't giving her an arrogant smirk in reply. Saetan. Yes, the High Lord of Hell, the man that had taken her into his family and was also Lucivar Yaslana's flesh and blood father. It didn't matter that they were more alike than she chose to aknowledge, Surreal wanted to vent.
With a veil of dissonant air around her, Surreal pounded on Sor Eski's door enough times to be annoying. Her presence announced, and rather hard to ignore, she took a step back to stay out of the direct doorway.