Thread: Lance & Dragons [Rave X Ironic]

You keep repeating that Im a halfling, dont you think I already know this? It must upset you about my biology, just like everyone else! Shyvanas voice grew timidly rancorous, their bodies nearly touching as the temperature strengthened, and not in a pleasant manner. Before you lanced me, hm? Am I target practice in your eyes? Youre nauseating. She made up her own conclusions as did he. Her hands laid against her thighs as they balled into curled fists, ready to knock him if tempered furthermore. Though, she kept hushed as he spoke, letting him have a moment to explain himself as she thought of a remark to say back. The blood within her coarse veins boiled and sizzled with loathing, wishing she wouldve just kept low in the snow and let him pass by. Clearing the phlegm in her esophagus she would begin to retort. Well, Jarvan, you see, I wasnt given a polite introduction either and instead accused of burning your villages. You then call me a halfling, as if the word enough doesnt cause bitter feelings enough already. This HALFLINGs name is Shyvana, but you already grew accustomed to my nickname. Her bitter eyes darted away briefly before gluing back to his fashioned features. Her hand progressively gripped at the wrist of the hand that was pointing into her general direction, tossing it back down to his side. Dont you raise your finger at me, human. Squinting her eyes, she let out a puff of frustrated air. Im part human, as you can notice with my feminine structures. All but some scales underneath my eyes and sides to show my feral counterpart. If you want a lecture of who exactly I am, then please, sit and enjoy. She smirked sadistically in nature, brows furrowing before continuing. You see, Jarvan The way she spoke of his name sounded vindictive, being fully aware of her use of it. My mother is a human, my father a dragon who learned to shape-shift into a human. Im sure you know what happens next, so here I am! Her hands extended outwards to present herself to him sarcastically. Although, there was something wrong with me that my father thought couldnt be passed on if he shapeshifted Im a halfling. Neither the humans or dragons wanted to accept me or bring me in. My mother was killed for her taboo crimes, my father taking me here in these mountains to serve as protection. Shyvana almost grew breathless, never speaking so much in her life. We thought we could escape the dismay, but a drake stalked us and attempted to slain our existence. My father saved me, but it costed his life. This just happened almost a month ago. The pain of losing her father still haunted her, bowing her head to regather herself to hold onto her strong-headed vibe. It could be noticed, though, showing an emotion other than pure revulsion. He damaged the drake pretty good, and Ive been on its trail ever since. Ive had no luck, but that will not stop me. She held her head high, determined to avenge her fathers downfall. No, I do not need empathy or pity. I was simply answering your inquire. So, there you have it. Are you pleased, Prince? Blinking her eyes she revolved around one last time to head back into the snowy forest, waving the back of her hand in his direction without looking at him. Good luck.