Thread: Khan's Bride || ƒeral x rosita red

Mhm, Salyn murmured idly even as Aylia launched into her proposal, the furred ears peeking out of her hair twitched, but whether with impatience or attention was impossible to tell. As the princess talked, the khan occupied herself with the food, a brow bone raising as she fingered the chips of the plate, the claw tipping her digit catching the sun, glinting ominously. She didn't stuff her face with it, as the elves would have liked to think that barbarians did. Instead, she sliced the loaf of bread straight through the middle. But not with knives, a single clean swipe of her claw sufficing, demonstrating just how sharp they were. The princess continued to talk, but Salyn seemed to pay more attention to the food than her, a lack of eye contact that would have easily fazed a lesser being. A thin piece of cheese cut in a similar fashion. Shredded strips of beef. She seemed to be showing off her razorsharp claws on purpose, even, and there was a telltale smirk gracing her visage as she caught an elven caravan-woman shuddering. She should be afraid in the presence of the khan. Salyn kept silence the entire time Aylia spoke, neither nodding nor shaking her head, impassive eyes betraying nothing. It was not until the princess finished with her sudden proposal, that Salyn raised a brow and looked genuinely taken aback. The Tol'var gave the young elf a double take, raking her gaze up and down the young woman's face and torso, showing no subtlety whatsoever as her gaze paused briefly on the swell of chest and the pretty face. And she smiled, as if taken by her beauty, as if indicating her agreement. Her claws tapped the wooden table thoughtfully, and then she spoke. Aylia, right? She grinned, a mask of friendliness. I wonder...do your father even know you are here? Her gaze fell to the chipped plate, to the rather meager food, staring it pointedly before pulling up to pin the princess with her gaze. And that's a nice story, you know. Burning plains and dying livestock. What a grim and vivid picture you paint. She commented, nonchalantly, tail flickering to and fro and shoulders altogether too relaxed, as if it was not her plains and her herds in question. And I suppose that's one way to look at it. She offered, noncommittally. That was the problem with elves. And humans. And all of the Furless races as far as Salyn was concerned. They thought themselves so superior with their steel weapons and stone walls, so secure and safe in their luxurious lifestyles. She wondered what the princess thought of her, of the proposed deal. To marry a barbarian...how preposterous. And that just made her grin wider. She loved this game of cat and mouse - the mouse never realized that beneath rippling muscles and fluid strides, the cat had a wit to match. But there are also other ways to consider it no? She grinned then, eyes narrowing, the thin slits mere pinpricks under the intense sunlight, staring the princess down with predatory zeal. I have warriors, yes, and they are strong. And I could fend off these northern invaders for you...or. Her friendly tone took a turn, and she purred the rest of the words, the threat hardly veiled. I could allow them to raze your castles, your lands, slay your defenders and your people. And only when they are nice and wary from breaking down your stalwart walls, will my warriors and I take to the field... Salyn grinned. Do not threaten me, princess, with your pretty picture-words, the Tol'vari are not chess pieces for your grand political games. She sat back in the chair, crossed her arms, and grinned still. I'm right, aren't I? Your father have no idea what you are up to. Her gaze surveyed the caravans then, her grin bloodthirsty. In fact...there's nothing that prevent me from taking all of your goods and you right now...isn't that what a savage would do, mm? After all, I thought elves considered the Tol'vari nothing but barbarians?