["my son, the sharadoii man. born to a valley-woman and a saatsine father." kusaxasaa's tongue cleaned the yellowed ridges of his teeth, the single eye never leaving ghelan. there was no fear and maybe more mockery than was needed; an interest burned in the lanzadoii man to see his son stand against him. "do you fight for traitors?" kusaxasaa roared, tail lashing. "you fight only because my blood gives you power." he burned; his teeth gleamed in the jesting, in the goading. a challenger must keep his challenge. kusaxasaa waited, understanding that they were unmatched and yet inviting all the same this youthful hatred which ghelan at last exemplified. a shame to the saatsine man that his son fought on the side of traitors. a reason to disown.]

"my son, the sharadoii man. born to a valley-woman and a saatsine father." kusaxasaa's tongue cleaned the yellowed ridges of his teeth, the single eye never leaving ghelan. there was no fear and maybe more mockery than was needed; an interest burned in the lanzadoii man to see his son stand against him. "do you fight for traitors?" kusaxasaa roared, tail lashing. "you fight only because my blood gives you power."

he burned; his teeth gleamed in the jesting, in the goading.

a challenger must keep his challenge. kusaxasaa waited, understanding that they were unmatched and yet inviting all the same this youthful hatred which ghelan at last exemplified.

a shame to the saatsine man that his son fought on the side of traitors. a reason to disown.