ISAR
Arm yourself
Isar affected a light shrug, unwilling to dive too deep into a line of speculation when he had yet to narrow the options for himself. The farmer life was not his, that had been a jest, and hunting in his eyes was a necessity to all men, not something that one could choose to not do. "Ah, who knows. I might just keep roaming for a while. See what else is out here before I decide where to set up camp."
Amenable to wiling away the day in idle conversation though he'd been, suddenly Thalassa made that very difficult. A short snap and a flick of her wrist sent a dagger flying towards Astaroth. Reflexes kicked in, a lifetime spent around people willing to do more than just kill a man honing an acute sense of self preservation; Isar was on his feet with a hand beneath the jacket before the knife had stopped quivering in the ground.
All trace of lazy charm was gone; only black hunger and violence remained and that hollow stare turned to the woman, then the man. It was not him the dagger had been aimed at - that was the only reason why he wasn't baring steel already.
Amenable to wiling away the day in idle conversation though he'd been, suddenly Thalassa made that very difficult. A short snap and a flick of her wrist sent a dagger flying towards Astaroth. Reflexes kicked in, a lifetime spent around people willing to do more than just kill a man honing an acute sense of self preservation; Isar was on his feet with a hand beneath the jacket before the knife had stopped quivering in the ground.
All trace of lazy charm was gone; only black hunger and violence remained and that hollow stare turned to the woman, then the man. It was not him the dagger had been aimed at - that was the only reason why he wasn't baring steel already.
Because no one else here will save you
