[color=DB7B38][center][h1]Korrak[/h1]


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Korrak's fiery gaze narrowed dangerously, muscles tensing beneath his crimson scales. He clenched his jaw in restrained fury, silently weighing his response. A glance at the crowd watching attentively forced him to reconsider his impulse to violence, though the anger smoldered clearly behind his glare. He offered no words in reply—only a low, resentful growl under his breath.

At his side, his little daughter gazed at the marble now resting gently in her palm, her soft eyes wide with wonder. She looked uncertainly between her father and Menzai, then shyly raised her gaze to the wolf’s eyes.

[color=f7976a]"Thank you,"[/color] she whispered softly, clutching the marble protectively. [color=f7976a]"It's beautiful."[/color]
Then the girl scampered off to return the marble to the girl he had pointed out.

It was then Korrak spoke up. [color=DB7B38]"You think your pathetic snarling frightens me?" [/color] he spat, voice dripping with venom. [color=DB7B38]"Keep your self-righteous preaching. You’re nothing but a stray animal who forgot his place."[/color]

His sharp claws flexed dangerously, barely restrained from violence. Korrak leaned forward, scales bristling. [color=DB7B38] "Mind your tongue—or someone will rip it out for you."[/color] Korrak's glare shifted sharply from Menzai, narrowing onto the bearded dwarf seated casually at the bar. His lips curled in disgust, teeth bared in a menacing snarl.

[color=DB7B38]"Something amusing, dwarf?"[/color] he snapped, voice echoing with open hostility.  [color=DB7B38]"Mind your business!"[/color]

He stepped forward slightly, looming threateningly, anger sparking dangerously in his eyes. [color=DB7B38] "Perhaps you’d like to share the Tiefling’s humiliation, tiny [i]filth[/i]."[/color]

Then, a small elven woman approached him defiantly. Amusement flashed coldly behind his eyes.[i] A goddess?[/i] This wild-haired fool actually believed the horned devil-spawn to be divine. His expression darkened further into disdainful mockery as he regarded her staff and the blooming flowers upon it, as if she were some child playing pretend.

[color=DB7B38]"You must be joking,"[/color] Korrak scoffed harshly, voice dripping with scorn.[color=DB7B38] "A goddess? That Tiefling is nothing. If you're fool enough to confuse filth with divinity, then you're even more of a moron than you look."[/color]

He leaned forward, his large frame towering intimidatingly over her, and met her fierce amber eyes with contemptuous dismissal. [color=DB7B38]"Take your pathetic threats and your flowery little stick elsewhere, girl. You embarrass yourself."[/color]

He stepped backward and threw his arms into the air, a growl of disgust escaping through gritted teeth as he glanced at the wary crowd now focused entirely on him. Anger and humiliation burned hot beneath his scales, but another glance at his daughter made him pause.

[color=DB7B38]"Enough!"[/color] Korrak snarled bitterly, his voice dripping with venom. He pointed a sharp claw accusingly. [color=DB7B38]"I won't waste any more breath on fools like you. But mark my words—I'll remember this insult. The day will come when you'll regret embarrassing me."[/color]

With a sharp growl of frustration, he turned sharply, his cape billowing behind him, and strode toward his daughter, roughly but protectively guiding her to a table in the back. He did not look back, though his tense, rigid posture made clear he would not soon forget this moment.
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