This is happening [Galaeron and Thallan]

“!!!” Galaeron’s eyes widen and he instinctively took a step back once he saw a beast sunk its teeth into the skull of the Mirian guard. “Shit—“the elf clutched his blade and attempted to steady his stance while his dull blue eyes were glue to the beast. In case if a mouth full of Mirian brains weren’t enough to quell the dog’s hunger. But not too far away Galaeron notice another ghostly dog…and what seem to be their owner--?



Well he was certainly dressed for the occasion….ah—well there was no time to judge this…….man. Especially a man with two demon dogs at his command in the middle of a full blown war, “Erm—t-thanks for that” the elf huffed for a moment.

Galaeron stared at the half breed for a moment, "well....no shit Miser." He said dryly as he motion at his damped and bloody uniform. His eyes twitched a little bit as a particular spot on his tunic continued spread. Gal attempted to straighten his back then continued speaking, "I don't have the answers to your questions. All I know is that everything is going to hell, and I don't know about you--but I'll like to rest easy tomorrow. But that won't happened to until these fuckers are gone,so I'm heading inland.....That was probably where the thick of the fight was being carried out now....." The elf quietly mumbled the last part to himself. "Oh--and in case you didn't know, when you're in war and you plan to launch an attack on someone---you don't usually give the people you're attacking...a warning."

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Omg I am so sorry

Galaeron is being such a sassy fuck rn, please to take it personally.
you can beat him up if you want

OOOOOOOOOH I LoVE THIS OMG. Oh My. GOD

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"IMPERSONA--!??!" As if someone had time to--Why would a dark elf even fight for---

NO.

Galaeron needed to stop, he needed to calm down and keep it moving. But a large part of him wouldn't let him leave, "not every attack is going to be presented to you on a sliver platter. This is war, there's going to be a lot of fowl play...everywhere, and it quite obvious that somebody knows Something. Have you seen most of the guys that are attacking us? They're not in the blue uniform, they look like sea men--pirates, I'll be damn if it's the Corsairs themselves. So yeah, it's pretty clear that something it up. In fact, you would have already know that something fishy has been going on for a while, if you have been paying attention to the last couple of months." Galearon huff for a moment....but then a quick and nasty grin danced across his lips.

"Military dog? Clueless animals? First of all, you don't know a shit about me. Second, ha, You got a lot of nerve to say that especially when you have your own little band of clueless animals covering your ass, doing the fighting for you. Without them and without the other military dogs spilling their blood, you wouldn't be able to prance about the docks in your little white dress now would you?" There wasn't a stain on him--and from the very beginning that small little detail bothered Galaeron. "Humph, you think adding another dog to your little band is going to solve anything?"

Okay so….this half breed may be taller than him…bigger than him…in better physical condition…and has the magical ability to control monsters, but-…Fuck this guy! Everything about this guy rubbed him the wrong way, from his demeanor to the way he spoke—something about it…reminded Galaeron of his brother.


“Threatening me because you have the upper hand? Typical, typical pompous snob,” Gal sneered under his breath. He stood still keeping his eyes on the beasts………………in case he did talk too much…and the other decided to sick his pups on him.


“Artur Roenach…..is not my Emperor, and I am by no means fighting for him or his late son.” But even Galaeron had a very…small sense of compassion for others, "I just hope that---pfft hahaha, you don’t throw a hissy fit when your home and your loved ones burns to the ground. Because things aren’t looking so well for Linhythe, and you adding me to the casualties isn’t going to keep it from crumbing.”

Or well....things could just be not looking so well for Galaeron. The dark elf was now visibly holding his side and his vision was blurring here and there. His eyes shifted over to the half breed then back over to the ghostly dogs. "Are we done here? Or are you gonna have them attack me? Because I have things to do...then to stand around and chat with your ass."