Control your feathery heathen, lest I strike it down from this world.
[Though it's minor as far as threats from Gilgamesh go. Already he's nudging back, trying to get a closer look at this strange creature that dared bite a King without any fear at all. What kind of bird was it, anyway? What kind of brutal, beak-snapping beast could wound a Hero so boldly?
He's since learned not to touch, but Gilgamesh does lean in on his arms, watching it munch, munch, munch on its bread.]
It's certainly... energetic. It suits you, in a way.
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Control your feathery heathen, lest I strike it down from this world.
[Though it's minor as far as threats from Gilgamesh go. Already he's nudging back, trying to get a closer look at this strange creature that dared bite a King without any fear at all. What kind of bird was it, anyway? What kind of brutal, beak-snapping beast could wound a Hero so boldly?
He's since learned not to touch, but Gilgamesh does lean in on his arms, watching it munch, munch, munch on its bread.]
It's certainly... energetic. It suits you, in a way.