Tolerance
Added 2015-05-03 02:03:41 +0000 UTCBuck: Nadya, no. (Nadya turns to Buck, her face flushed with offense as the hooligans ran away, shouting derogatory statements.) Nadya: THEY'RE GETTING AWAY-- Buck: -Let them go, they have good intentions. (Nadya's brow furrowed as she stared at Buck, furious with his perception on the situation.) Nadya: THIS!? THIS IS NOT GOOD. Their INTENTIONS were to KILL you, m'lord. HOW IS THIS GOOD. (Buck's expression tensed mildly in reply to Nadya's fury, and he gestured for her to seat herself.) Buck: I don't want to die. Neither do they. The longer I stay alive, the more disease I have a chance to spread. (Nadya sat down, facing away from Buck, and frowned as her eyes would fix on the running figures.) Nadya: They cannot offend a God directly to his face and then leave unscathed. Buck: Yes, they can. Watch. (Buck said with dry humor as he gestures to the distant silhouettes, soon disappearing into the dark. Nadya's brow lowers in frustration.) Buck: ...And, look. They gave us a fire. We won't have to start our own for dinner tonight. ------------------------------------ Notes: Buck ain't really a god, but depending on who he's around he's treated either as a God of Death, a health hazard, the Devil, a plague... but rarely ever as a human being. This started as a warmup sketch but turned to something else so there're a few wonky bits here n' there. Nadya is one of many characters I've had harbored in my crunchy cranium but never let hit the page, and belongs to Buck's comic.
