Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2018 3:05:15 GMT -8
The Covenant trickled in slowly, one by one. The tension was thick in the air, and everyone could feel it. But they came in and found their seats, settling in despite it all. The last few dishes were quietly placed along the table. Sabina the Balkekin took the closest seat to Lady Lucile, watching her with a sympathetic stare in her wide eyes. She knew the stress the woman was under, and was far too empathic.
Armadyl sat opposite the Headmistress, teeth already partially bared with a snarl. He was tense, and there was a stench of death lingering on his pelt. He glanced at Lucile for a brief moment before looking across the table in search of something raw and bloody to snap in to. "I hope you'll forgive my presence, ladies - another riot here in Uptown. These humans are getting too bold. We cut them down on the spot - I saw no point to trying to capture anymore."
The leader of the merfolk slithered in, leaving the trail of water in his wake as per the usual as he swayed at a very subtle hover over the polished floor to his accommodated seat to support his powerful tail comfortably without risk of swiping another or a table leg. He grumbled something with the sound of someone struggling to babble something under water, though his speech was fine. However, it was clear he was disgruntled about something.
Both Arachnes were last to file in, carefully taking their own custom chairs to tuck their spider legs back and out of the potential danger of hitting something. Nessoria turned her ever-present smile at Lucile, though said nothing.
The last few of the Covenant found their chairs, and after some hesitation people began to fill their plates.
Armadyl sat opposite the Headmistress, teeth already partially bared with a snarl. He was tense, and there was a stench of death lingering on his pelt. He glanced at Lucile for a brief moment before looking across the table in search of something raw and bloody to snap in to. "I hope you'll forgive my presence, ladies - another riot here in Uptown. These humans are getting too bold. We cut them down on the spot - I saw no point to trying to capture anymore."
The leader of the merfolk slithered in, leaving the trail of water in his wake as per the usual as he swayed at a very subtle hover over the polished floor to his accommodated seat to support his powerful tail comfortably without risk of swiping another or a table leg. He grumbled something with the sound of someone struggling to babble something under water, though his speech was fine. However, it was clear he was disgruntled about something.
Both Arachnes were last to file in, carefully taking their own custom chairs to tuck their spider legs back and out of the potential danger of hitting something. Nessoria turned her ever-present smile at Lucile, though said nothing.
The last few of the Covenant found their chairs, and after some hesitation people began to fill their plates.