The good mood Feoras was in shattered as the insult swept through the air. Slowly his eyes begin to change color from their golden honey to a vibrant orange red color. Fury starts to sweep through his features as he stands away from the tree. His hands ball into fists and he seems to go statue still for a moment. [color=lightcoral]"I hope you enjoy this spot Janna. I must leave"[/color] his voice seems laced with barely contained fury. Twisting it's velvit tone to something more eerily calm sounding. He turns and walks unbeknownst to him, directly toward Galahad and his soldiers. 
He pauses when he hears several footsteps and begging in his forest. With a snarl becoming etched on his face he launches into a tree fire wrapping around one of his fists as he waits for the group to come into view. He needs to burn off some fury and this group was being loud...and breathing. The fire glows eerily and unnaturally red. At least it isn't white.
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