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Date Posted: 13:24:59 02/10/02 Sun
The stag's dark eyes look over to the tiny dragon, both amused and incredulous. The faery-dragon's incessant worrying was bothersome from time to time, especially when there was no worry needed. And lecturing was even worse.
"Are you that afraid of humans, Aidan?" he
asks. "Barbarians as most of them may be, I'd hardly say they're worth too much concern. They're mundane, witless beasts with little knowledge of anything superior to little sticks with sharpened stones at the end of them. You think that they could kill us with that? Perhaps if we were merely a stag and a little... winged lizard. But they won't touch us. Their blunt sticks and sharpened blades don't pose much threat right now. Especially way out here. It's too bad, though. That they must be so violent, I mean. They might be a tolerable race if they weren't."
Humans' tendancy towards violence annoys Lochlainn, and one of his ears flick backwards. As if humans had nothing better to do with themselves than to Destroy and Kill and Break. But still, some of them are tolerable. And their women are...nice. And they can be amusing. With a bit of a smile, the stag transforms into his humanesque form.
He stands tall, as he did before, no less than a full two meters. He's well-toned and lean, without being bulky. His dark auburn hair falls in tangles just above his earthy-complexed shoulders. His ears have a slight point, but more subtle than those of the elves, and easily concealed by his hair. He smiles, and as if by an afterthought a velvet-clad fiddle appears swung over his shoulder.
Lochlainn looks up at Aidan, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Shall we go meet them, then?"
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