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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Zerith" data-source="post: 5851520" data-attributes="member: 99953">[FONT=&quot]Zinerath was a little caught off guard when Ferviel grabbed him by the arm, it was not a reaction he was expecting.Yet, he was caught even more off guard by Bolgrin, he was asked that phrase several times in the past but it was the first time it was asked without venom and it had the boyo, instead of being degendered, Bolgrin acknowledged that he was distinctly not an ‘it’.  He  looked at the dwarf, and blinked with a dumb stuck expression;  an honest, none task related, question, Zinerath was not too use to them. “um…” he mumbled while he recomposed himself from the unexpected question.He then pondered the question briefly before answering with a tired grin. “The kind that if Lathander had to choose to welcome my either of my most influence forefathers, or the cruelest and most depraved, utterly evil, mortal ever known…” Zinerath paused with a pained sigh and upwardly arching eyebrows before continuing with growing fatigue and regret “Lathander would sweep the sinner of his feet while slamming the gates close on my forefather without hesitation…”His answer warn on him, his gas drifted downwards and trembled while his fists  balled tightly and his lip found its way between his teeth as his face was contorted into a quivering grimace as he mood and poster sank.He bite down.His cloak jerked upwards as four distinct knops did the same beneath it, his lip ripped itself free of his fangs, his arms tensed with raged as his eyes filed with fervor and his face became knotted with ire; his eyes leered at the ground directly beneath his feet. Having some mind about him during his anger he chose to turn about face and make some breathing room while he knobs of his wings ebbed lower and let down his cloakThe crimson of his eyes surged briefly while the self-inflicted wounds on his lower lip bleed black ichor and shed a foul and black mist that stank of brimstone while the wound crackled and hissed in violent protest before swiftly closing and leaving not a trace it was ever there save the rapidly thinning mist and the ichor that was still dripping down his chin as the glow in his eyes stared to fade away.A low, deep and loathing, growling rumble sounded in his throat as he grew a massive, snarling frown that exposed a mouthful of tightly clenched fangs, sheened in black blood.Once he got what he assumed would be a reasonable distance away he would alleviate hit growing frustration, with spiteful, venomous words spoken softly and harshly in shifting tongues while pointing at the ground, as if pointing at an individual; two words were chief among his remarks and repeated in every tongue he knew, “Damn you.”.[/FONT]</blockquote>

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