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[h2]Thymund White[/h2]
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Thymund knew humans could be foolish, but this was starting to be ridiculous. Surly these creatures were not so easy as to trust strangers where they come from? A mystery Thymund would never solve, as his care for mortal health was less than that for the liamia he had by the neck. Thymund would lift Desdemona slightly, aiming to keep her from thinking on how to escape his grip via the threat of five very painful claws. Thymund was not gentle as he forced Desdemona to move backwards and into this small room while watching the three as best he could. 

Thymund did not have anything to say upon hearing this frustrated human’s concern for the being in his grip. His sharpened talons would dig in slightly as though he were using them to better get a grip. His thumb would sink into her lower jaw, drawing a small amount of blood as his other digits threatened to open her throat. With a proper grip, he would finally address the human who was starting to speak in a language the Lamia could understand. Thymund would wait for her to finish repeating herself as he closed the small door behind himself to make the affairs of this room private. 

“She wishes to sell you for favor, you are nothing more than a toy to her… and yet you want me to let her go?” Thumynd would pull Desdemona in a little closer, placing his other hand on top of her head. He would let his claws dig slightly to get a grip on her skull. “She would like that, but she knows better than any what happens to a person who steals from me.” Thymund would look fully at Erin as he slid his claws into Desdemona’s throat. The hold on her head keeping her from vaulting back. The black claw tips stuck from the back of her neck as they cleanly passed through. “I will take you back to those that may listen to your questions as soon as I am finished.” Thymund would say in passing, as though he was not currently in the process of killing someone. 
“Do not make me chase you.”