A Warning To Mali'ker

[Baconthief 682]

Khel passes by the letter, he stops and takes a second glance.

In his eyes a primal rage begins to stir. His fists ball and knuckles turn white. He lets out a loud guttural yell, screaming at the poster in front of him. He rushes forward and grabs a table in the mali'ker district lobby and flips it onto its side. He storms up the stairs, reaching for the sword at his side, drawing it and begins running up the stairs. He stops in his tracks and remembers the circlet on his forehead, the only thing to remind him to remain calm. He sheaths the sword and strides up the stairs still in a tenacious manner, motivated by shear hatred.

[Sentlit 108]

Cyrus looks down at the notice, his dark hair casting a shadow over his face. In the fading light, his mouth is the only things visible, and the little color he has drains from his face and his eyes' color dull. He quietly mumbles to himself:

"How becoming of the Valah... I expected nothing more... My Mali brethren weep tonight."

Cyrus' face remains expressionless, though his distaste for the Humans begins to grow to hatred, a small fire that is only kindled by his darkened thoughts.

'Why do they kill our kind?!... we've done nothing to them! I-I...'

Cyrus catches himself in his rage and takes a breath. He recomposes himself to a taller posture, and returns to his home to calm his nerves with a warm beverage. All the way, his hair casts a dark shadow over his face.

[Baconthief 682]

-Khel removes the poster, whatever lingering threat was dealt with-

[Shadeleaf 1022]

*returns to the place of origin, face bloodied and a large smile present. Seeing as the poster is no longer there he walks by chuckling to himself, heaving his sword back into its sheath and letting a bit of the blood drip from the cross beam near the hilt"

"Kyral Kyral Kyral..." he mumbles as he walks off, dousing his hands in water as he goes