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PoisonousIvee
Cluster
- Joined
- Nov 28, 2017
It was your typical evening in the castle of Clan Cahalane. The men were uproarious with their stories, entertaining their lord with their tellings. There was more food and mead to feed them all three times over, and they all gorged on what their lord offered them. One warrior sat quietly as he enjoyed listening to his brothers. Messy oak colored hair and even darker eyes, his muscles sculpted and toned from years of vigorous training. He was arguably the smallest of the clan but definitely not the weakest.
"Oi, Cuán," One of his brothers, Herber, called to him. Cuán glanced up at him silently and Herber grinned, "Watch this." He turned his head and cupped the side of his mouth with his hand, "Rónán! Come here!" He shouted. Cuán looked over quickly at the petite servant boy that came out from the corner of the room before looking to Herber. The large Irishman offered the servant food but dropped it when he reached for it. Cuán scowled at him; he was always picking on the lad because of his odd silver hair and feminine features.
"Is that necessary, Herber?" He asked coldly. Herber merely laughed.
"He knows it's in good fun!"
"Is it?" Cuán asked lowly. Herber looked and scowled, baffled by his behavior.
"He's just a servant."
"He is also a human being and under our protection, you will treat him properly or I will put you in the damned dirt." Cuán growled lowly. The chatter had died down to listen to the growing confrontation, things already growing tense.
"Oi, Cuán," One of his brothers, Herber, called to him. Cuán glanced up at him silently and Herber grinned, "Watch this." He turned his head and cupped the side of his mouth with his hand, "Rónán! Come here!" He shouted. Cuán looked over quickly at the petite servant boy that came out from the corner of the room before looking to Herber. The large Irishman offered the servant food but dropped it when he reached for it. Cuán scowled at him; he was always picking on the lad because of his odd silver hair and feminine features.
"Is that necessary, Herber?" He asked coldly. Herber merely laughed.
"He knows it's in good fun!"
"Is it?" Cuán asked lowly. Herber looked and scowled, baffled by his behavior.
"He's just a servant."
"He is also a human being and under our protection, you will treat him properly or I will put you in the damned dirt." Cuán growled lowly. The chatter had died down to listen to the growing confrontation, things already growing tense.
