// He Was Probably Practicing Off By Himself To Learn Magic Again - Blog Posts

❛ oh, look at you, an attempt at greatness! pity it’s just an attempt.  ❜ // @spiderwarden

In an instant, he has spun about on his heel to face her, uncaring if any of their companions might see as the quiet, indignant rage of centuries at last reaches its ignition point.

Drawn up to his full height, he towers over the smaller drow.

His height and frame—so unnatural to the drow race—had served him well in the Underdark. That coupled with his skill and strength had made him difficult to oppose and even more difficult to kill among other males. It had continued to keep him alive even after he had been sold to settle his matriarch's debt and forced to fight in those gladiatorial matches put on for the matriarchs and their female spawn for sport.

Drow females were the ones who taught him to bow his head and to make himself small and to avert his eyes from them lest they decide that he needs reminding of his place.

Drow females who made it clear that he was a plaything for their mercurial whims, a tool towards their egomaniacal ends, and a weapon to wield and to point in whatever direction they so chose.

Drow females for whom he fought against other drow and all manner of other creatures simply for the right to keep his life, that they might be entertained.

Drow females who looked upon him and spoke to him just as this one does now.

Shoulders squared back and every muscle tensed and ready for the potential consequences to the retort already loaded on the tip of his tongue, he rather pointedly lowers himself that he might meet her eye to eye.

"We stand no longer in Menzoberranzan, Baenre, nor in any other place where I need tolerate you speaking to me in such a manner," he all but hisses, teeth nearly bared and pulse already pounding in his ears.

[ This is not done. It simply is not done. Centuries of living in the dark of that city scream at him to cease this, but he will not listen now, no matter how well he knows the danger of it. He is a slave no longer. ]

"You hold no power over me. We are both of us in equal standing now: forsaken."