"Careful Bahorel, his claws and teeth can be vicious" warned Bossuet, holding up his own scarred hand as a demonstration.
"He's a quiet little thing normally, but when he attacks, he means business."
The description gave him pause, reminding him of the other young slip of a boy who could raze mountains and obliterate armies when roused to action. Bossuet shook his head, he wasn't nearly drunk enough to carry through that train of thought. Grabbing a beer, he decided to rectify that situation.
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Date: 2013-01-10 02:36 am (UTC)"He's a quiet little thing normally, but when he attacks, he means business."
The description gave him pause, reminding him of the other young slip of a boy who could raze mountains and obliterate armies when roused to action. Bossuet shook his head, he wasn't nearly drunk enough to carry through that train of thought. Grabbing a beer, he decided to rectify that situation.