"I am Amyn and- OH!" Amyn finished the last bit as the rock hit Senouce's horn. She looked around wildly to see who threw it, and saw Calad sneaking away, looking guilty. She leapt off her steed and sped towards him. Before the elf could escape, Amyn had him by the collar, shaking him.
"You wicked wicked beast! Why did you do that? What did my poor, darling Senouce do to you? You evil, wicked hound of Sauron! May you be eternally encased in the fires of hell!"
Screaming out this stream of curses in faery, Calad had no idea what she was saying. But she finished with a sharp slap, and then walked away.
With a howl like a wounded animal, Calad leapt onto Amyn's retreating back, hitting and punching, wanting to hurt the faery in any way he could. eventually, Thengise pulled him off and Amyn lay on the muddy ground, a pool of blood beggining to spread around her. One wing was crumpled and torn. Senouce forgot his pain and lay beside her, making a noise as much like a wounded puppy as you would ever imagine coming from a dragon.
Hey! This is fun! and sorry to Powergame, but I had a great idea and had to write it!
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