( They stare openly, the Beastmaster, eye white and gaping. His creatures, intent as if that which moves before them should only be allowed progress into their maws. )
Anything with... beauty. Skill. Lure.
( Then, he turns only enough to wave another beast forward — the woman, largely a great pale head and her body serpentine, fully covered in the braids of her hair. Animal-like, for all her perceived humanity. )
She's... looked for'im. The boy. She's stupid. ( For a moment, the snake-woman's head bobs happily, before she seems to grasp the tone of his voice, its disapproval — she flattens to the ground, carefully. ) Keeps bringing the wrong ones.
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Anything with... beauty. Skill. Lure.
( Then, he turns only enough to wave another beast forward — the woman, largely a great pale head and her body serpentine, fully covered in the braids of her hair. Animal-like, for all her perceived humanity. )
She's... looked for'im. The boy. She's stupid. ( For a moment, the snake-woman's head bobs happily, before she seems to grasp the tone of his voice, its disapproval — she flattens to the ground, carefully. ) Keeps bringing the wrong ones.