Snippet #2397822

Owsla

Owsla hissed loudly at Ace, taking offence to being told what to do. She didn't know him, she wasn't his house pet and was sure as hell not his gaurdian. "You're not my caretaker, so don't treat me like a pup blonde." She growled as she turned his back to him. She felt uneasy around these people, like she was only supposed to have passed through and needed to leave fast.

The feral girl tilted her head to the side, still not facing the blonde neco. "You don't know the stories. You really must not be from a clan at all." She said with a sigh. "They say he lead the clan that brought cities to their knees. The beast that tore human and neco alike to peices and tore out their throats. They say he has no soul or consience. There is no reasoning with him." She turned her head to look at him with her one blue eye. "Those who survived his wrath say that they can't look at blue lights in the dark with out breaking down in terror, and one day he dissappeared." She turned away from the blonde again. "No one knows there is even a man under the armor that makes him the beast he is. Though as a Neco general I wouldn't be surprised if he was just a maddened killer."

Owsla's shoulders quivered a bit, head lowering a bit. She hated telling people about the armored beast. Something about telling the story made her want to crawl in the corner and cry, like failing to defend something that she knew was true and was being made fun of for it.

"They say he was killed in a village raid along with his wife and kid, but survived to kill those that murdered his family and now wanders the wastes."