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[alt_amycus]

On the menu: roast diricawl, with a side of arsenic bat sauce. Necessitates plucking and twisting off the wings of both. Drawing, flaying and quartering. Surely the blood would be useful for something besides keeping those worthless, maggot-ridden carcasses alive.

How DARE you

bind my Justine

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[alt_amycus]

Spreading your fantail to defend two sour biddies, are you, peacock? They're not the allies you need now. As I hear it.

The Wyrm Ouroboros is quick to gobble up strutting peacocks who distract themselves with pecking in the mud.

[alt_lucius]

As ever, your sources of information are as sad as your attempts to bully those around you, Amycus.

Our Lord would hardly care to see you refer to Him in so cavalier a manner. Given His sufferance of your antics it would not be wise to damage the few alliances you may still claim.

[alt_amycus]

Cavalier? But how can it be, when He himself has chosen it as the symbol of our own dear Protectorate itself, the sign of eternity, immortality, infinity? Do you question how He chooses to honour Himself?

(On the other hand, you do know what a peacock symbolises, do you not?)

[alt_lucius]

I question Our Lord on nothing.

Except perhaps what He sees in you that is so endlessly amusing. But perhaps your particular motley is merely the drab colouration of the house sparrow.