Post by Towering Oak on Mar 26, 2008 13:26:20 GMT -5
Ascending Wood 16
*Towering Oak stood slightly panting from the exertion of saying more than he had said in one sitting than he had in any living persons memory, and the emotion behind it. As the women began to speak, his eye widened in surprise and shock, the pleading flowing out of him like blood. Then his eye began to narrow, and his eyebrows began to lower and move toward each other in an attempt to meet each other somewhere about the bridge of his nose. As Arachina finished speaking a hard glint appeared in Towering Oak's slit of an eye as rage and fury danced and cavorted behind them and his hand had gone from a Deep tan to bone white from the force of the grip that he had on the hilt of the Goremaul at his waist. As Lirimana began to talk, His lips began to peel back in a snarl. By the time she had finished speaking his rage was almost a palpable thing, standing behind him. Towering Oak turned on Ress, a fearsome sight to behold, this almost 8 foot Snarling Beast, who actually seemed to be Radiating heat like the forges he had spent most of his life in and who's gaze seemed to to weigh your soul and burn it alive in the heat of his fury because it was found wanting. Towering Oak looked down at Ress. *By your Leave? *Towering Oak didn't give Ress time to respond, he just turn back to the women.* Since I'm not needed. *His tone would make most Mortals recoil as if they had just been hit but it obviously had no such effect on the two exalts. Towering Oak's snarl had become a Death Head's grin as he gave the two ladies a mock curtsy, stepped between them and stalked out.*
*Towering Oak stood slightly panting from the exertion of saying more than he had said in one sitting than he had in any living persons memory, and the emotion behind it. As the women began to speak, his eye widened in surprise and shock, the pleading flowing out of him like blood. Then his eye began to narrow, and his eyebrows began to lower and move toward each other in an attempt to meet each other somewhere about the bridge of his nose. As Arachina finished speaking a hard glint appeared in Towering Oak's slit of an eye as rage and fury danced and cavorted behind them and his hand had gone from a Deep tan to bone white from the force of the grip that he had on the hilt of the Goremaul at his waist. As Lirimana began to talk, His lips began to peel back in a snarl. By the time she had finished speaking his rage was almost a palpable thing, standing behind him. Towering Oak turned on Ress, a fearsome sight to behold, this almost 8 foot Snarling Beast, who actually seemed to be Radiating heat like the forges he had spent most of his life in and who's gaze seemed to to weigh your soul and burn it alive in the heat of his fury because it was found wanting. Towering Oak looked down at Ress. *By your Leave? *Towering Oak didn't give Ress time to respond, he just turn back to the women.* Since I'm not needed. *His tone would make most Mortals recoil as if they had just been hit but it obviously had no such effect on the two exalts. Towering Oak's snarl had become a Death Head's grin as he gave the two ladies a mock curtsy, stepped between them and stalked out.*
