[center][color=darkred][h1]Conall[/h1][/color][/center]

[@Old Amsterdam]
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Conall was heartily enjoying the meal that he had slain. In minutes, he nearly picked the decapitated vampire clean of flesh when a voice called out to him from behind. 

[Color=pink]"Enough of that, you fool. You've made two dire errors."[/color]
 

The voice said, followed by a question. [color=darkred]… Killed and eaten these guys? What was I Supposed to do, not accommodate their apparent need to kill themselves? Secondly, while eating people is not looked upon brightly, it honors his geis, a promise he dares not break. [/color] Conall thought, though the voice continued before he could reply.

[Color=pink]"I mean, really, are you so dumb as to ignore the smell?"[/color]


An insult. One of Conall’s weaknesses was his pride. Rarely would he admit a mistake or calmly accept a hit to his ego.  Of course he smelled petulance in the air, but he was no stranger to carrion so what difference could it make here? Though he wanted to attack, he felt it to be unwise as the speaker might prove a useful ally. Not wishing to let it go, Conall responded with disdain in his voice. 

[color=darkred]” You do not know me nor my reputation so I can forgive the verbal attack. I smell many things. I smell death in the air, and I’m glad to say a portion of it was caused by me. I smell the destruction left in your wake; I assume you left the fire?  I smell the fear that grips the two factions. I smell the petulance that is ravaging these individuals, as I am sure you are referring to. I am [i]Sealgair na coillte[/i] and I have feasted like the scavengers before.  Why would I fear disease? Besides, my geis commands me to. Now it is your turn to answer. Who are you and why said I care about you? Most importantly, what brings you into this war?”[/color]


All the while Conall used his size to loom over the stranger, baring his sharp teeth and making other adjustments to his expression in order to appear as intimidating as possible.