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[color=7ece73]Vicis snorted.

‘[b]Eloquent.[/b]’

His plate was licked clean by now. A horned beetle with what looked like silk ribbons adorning its horns came by to take his empty plate. What in the Wild Lands was that light paying their employees? It was a miracle that the Knights hadn’t kicked down the (metaphorical) doors of this place. Vicis supposed it would only be a matter of time. Nothing good ever lasted for creatures such as they.

Ah, but what was he doing? Picking on this miserable-looking human was nowhere near satisfying as eating him would be. It was like having a sopping wet wildcat in his general vicinity; annoying, and vaguely guilt-inducing. If Vicis had to tolerate this human, he would rather him be at... well, not [i]full[/i] capacity, but a [i]functioning[/i] capacity to experience Vicis’ sharp wit! Incoherence made for a poor audience.

‘[b]I, for one, am not interested in subpar conversation[/b],’ hissed Vicis. Then he [i]hissed[/i], truly, inhumanely. 

The Intent in his voice carried through. Magic – electric, sparking, and invisible to the untrained eye – darted through the air and pierced through Silas’ head.

The human would feel a little sting, like the bite of an ant on his scalp. It would pop and fade into a wash of faint, tingling coolness, like someone had poured honey over his head, if the honey didn’t actually exist and smelled like ozone. His headache would recede to something milder. Still present, but manageable.

Vicis flicked his tongue. Honestly, he had to do [i]everything[/i] here.[/color]

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[list][*] Vicis throws out a spot of magic to reduce Silas' headache. It's pretty rude to cast magic on someone without asking, but hey, at least he didn't eat him![/list]
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