[Uros Osium Tokker]

***OOC***

Let’s see how far things can go and how much can be pushed from these too without breaking the place.

***IC Dbreak (hell yea)***
Dbreak didn’t really know why he was talking with her, he only knew it would either end as good as this could get… or pretty much as worst, and that would mean shooting. He also didn’t even knew why he had stopped because he had many things to say for once in his life, and none were good… but when she smiled like that and said what she said, his eyes grew wide.

“Filthy… mud?” Dbreak said astonished.

He didn’t snarl, he didn’t hiss, he didn’t even as much as flinch. He simply narrowed his eyes and looked at her like he hadn’t done to any creature in the time he had memory: He looked at her like a piece of meat now, a piece of meat that had a damn note attached of ‘free for all’.

“Do you hear yourself?” He asked, his tone low and his voice just loud enough for her to hear “DO.YOU.HEAR.YOURSELF?” This time it was loud, clear and just slow enough for her to comprehend what had he said “You sound just like the normal run of the mill Slig! But no… too much courage for that… Maybe you are a Glukkon? Worse, you take delight in your words and in pain from others while thinking you are so smart, which is something I have gotten to know in these few minutes… Are you a Vykker in a Mudokon’s body?”

When he asked he couldn’t avoid it: He laughed, he laughed in a low tone, because it was not a laugh that he would want anyone to hear; it was sad and what would’ve seemed a bit of desperation for this messed girl.

“What the hell are you then?” He asked again, out loud “You are a Mudokon, face it, you have the same rights as any other Mudokon: None” He hissed “Want me to get as cruel as you? Want me to get as bitter, spiteful and with my voice full of venom? Then read my lips: Y-o-u a-r-e a M-u-d-o-k-o-n” He was slow and dedicate in his remark, he was not getting any delight of this, he was not having fun, but this girl was a mess and was getting on his nerves “Or do you have something different from any Mudokon? Do you have freedom? No, you don’t, I have it unlike any Slig, and that is something YOU don’t while you think you are better and smarter than me. What do you have that makes you different from any other Mudokon? Your skin color, and if I am right, a messed childhood, no friends and no place in life but wherever you are taken by the leash of your master until you are put down” He gave a step forward and faced her, face to face, almost brushing his tentacles at her knowing fully that she was going to be pissed “Am I wrong so far? Do you have a fine savior and a friend that I don’t know? Are you SOMETHING else asides this ball of angry feelings, the black Mudokon girl I have in front of me? As far as I know, you seem even more messed up than any Vykker experiment I have seen, and that is saying a lot coming from those brainy monsters with loveless hearts and their cruel ways”