Re: Antagonist’s Anarchy: Derived from Dianthus
Speaking those dreaded, dangerous words, Isokla hissed, “That's it! It's over!”
Then she launched into a rant that involved 'children', Ydalon being with the milkman on numerous occasions, having a 'fling' with the baker, the butcher, and the man down the street at the end of the road; always being 'irresponsible', forever leaving the 'privy up'(whatever that meant), and being an immature child who didn't understand the faintest thing about women, and how she jolly well out to slap some sense into him. When she'd finally run out of steam, she glared at him, and demanded 'chocolate', folded her arms beneath her breasts and glared. Then she glared at everyone else, daring them to say a word, and the look she gave Jason dared him to comment - and she would end him.
Then she stalked off, towards the wagon, a black cloud of fury above her head. Our temperamental Iskola muttered to herself all the way, singing quietly under her breath about 'Brave Sir Ydalon...'
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