"So 'tis a bar, aye?"
The snarling, wild-eyed man said slowly turning around to face the young woman who had almost crashed into him. He jabbed a finger into her collarbone and pushed his pockmarked, bleeched and cancerous skin near to hers, in the form of a face that was wide-jawed, unpleasant and scarred with the nibbles of giant Santuna, and emerald eyes shining and glorious with delirium in the top, under thick caterpillar brows, furrowed aged skin in tact.
He opened his mouth, showing teeth, torn out of the maw of a cerulean blue shark beaten to death in a coursing pit by the same man, as a teenager in thrall to the warlords.
"Ye little mutt, I'll cut ye down where ye stand, I'll tear ye lip fro limb an put yer in me shark cage fer danglin crabmeat, ye little rodent."
He grabbed his pint, slammed the whole thing down his throat glass and all, crunching into the shards with a CRASH of explosive and effervescent shards spraying into present company, and his right hand flew down to the hilt of his cutlass, distinctive green tassels flying the sign of the House of Settlers and Crooks.
"Le's ave it then me darlin!"
'Oo are ya
07-Jun-2020 03:41:25
