Speak of the Devil, Akatan strides into the square, every line of his body stiff, all anger, attack.
"You," he snarls at Skellig. "Taweret's apprentice not enough to sate your appetites, demon?"
Neferet casts him an apologetic glance, picks up the water jars, and moves quickly away from him. If something is going to happen, she doesn't want to be in the middle of it!
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Date: 2024-04-04 12:46 am (UTC)Speak of the Devil, Akatan strides into the square, every line of his body stiff, all anger, attack.
"You," he snarls at Skellig. "Taweret's apprentice not enough to sate your appetites, demon?"
Neferet casts him an apologetic glance, picks up the water jars, and moves quickly away from him. If something is going to happen, she doesn't want to be in the middle of it!