Filthy Mess

Zariah paused as he dared speak again, even though she was clearly quite done with the conversation. She turned slowly, hazel eyes narrowed as she beheld him as he swayed nervously. And he ought to be nervous - she had half a mind to strike him down right then and there. But she refrained, if only because of his final words. Such a fool. "The King killed us, Loren, not the old ways." she said, turning her back on him again. "Your hatred is just the same as your good intentions - misplaced." she said softly, continuing on her way. {FINISHED - unless you wanna wrap it} zariah If my strength intimidates you, I hope you realize that is a weakness of yours.