|
I have the same right to judge your pet, as either of you have
to pass judgement on me or the Korrat.], he was acting out of reflex, out of anger. This was not the response of someone in control of his wits. The felinid was off balance, and with just a little bit more prodding he would fold. "The Korrat?" said Tr'Lawsh calmly, ignoring the 'pet' comment. "Isss that what you call yourrr masssterrrss. Cowarrrdss is morrre apprrroprriate. What prrromisses did they give you to make you bleed and die while they watched, sssafely hidden. Oh, I have no doubt they trrreat you with honorrr, Horrrtha. I would to, if I wanted you to go and fight forrr my amusement. I wonderrr if they take betsss on which of you will live and die. They crrreated you afterrr all, so they ssshould know how you'll perrrforrm." She stopped there, wondering how he would react to that last comment. [You lie! The Korrat have always been fathers and mothers to us. They would not use our blood for amusment. You lie!!], he was starting to sound just a bit desparate. Daphne found the choice of words interesting. She wandered if these "fathers and mothers" were more than just masters. Was some genetic tinkling involved in working with the felinids? She grabbed the felinids chair and turned him to face her. She wanted to look him in the eyes. "How dare you imply that we are lying! Who are these Korrat to send you into battle and not stick around? Where are they when you are fighting and dying for them?"
(hmmm? [tapping fingers impatiently])
AJ
|
_______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
