blightcaller: (Don't tell me shit)
Nathanos Blightcaller ([personal profile] blightcaller) wrote in [community profile] memepatheias 2019-02-18 06:51 pm (UTC)

[ He catches the voice before he takes notice of the owner of the same. The reaction is imminent.

Glowing eyes narrow under a twitching brow while a snarl just barely holds the Forsaken's growl in check. His right hand curls into a tight fist and his left reaches for the hilt of one of his weapons and where there has just been the hint of smoke at his feet, actual flames spring to life where Nathanos stands.

He pointedly ignores them. ]


And it's your place to judge, blood elf.

[ The words are growled, Nathanos' already thin patience barely existing given the circumstances. Too bad that he's way too aware that this is not the place for vicious murder.

Though any lamentations in that regard are easily cast aside when his own words catch up with Nathanos and the previously twitching brow simply raises as a frown settles on his face. Right. Blood elf. Here. How?

The undead man's entire posture straightens somewhat, but the quizzical look remains. There is also a good amount of distrust finding its way into his expression as well as his voice. His fist opens and he raises that very hand to point in Celdori's direction, not recognizing her at all. ]


What are you doing here?

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