Violence is a part of drakkhani life.

Fights are a daily occurrence and an image of typical behavior among diamates. It's not uncommon for talons to rake against flesh during a simple argument. Nor is it odd for a higher casted drakkhani to show their status by a roar and burst of fire.

Being elf however and a healer, I have avoid major conflict. Mostly out shear luck and knowing when to prostrate. Worse offense was dealt with by being peed on by a higher healer. These conflicts are dealt with with brevity and quickness. Once its done, it is over and the people move on. Only one account of my denmate and friend Cinder did I see righteous anger not of a misstep or a faux paus, but rather out of true humiliation.


It was late at long house in the elven village of Lowridge. I was invited as a translator during a meeting between two lords and a few drakkhani. One of them being Cinder Skin. Her elvish was passable but she was acting as a high casted warrior over two others that were present. Think of her being a supervisor. Muddy face and Quick To Act were the youngest there and watched over by their lead. Mossy Green a healer and a history/scribe Remembers War were there as well. The meeting was over the dry matter of territory and more importantly where boundaries lie. Mossy Green brought up the fact that two of the supposed lines were right in areas of foraging for medicinal plants, Remembers War also kept records of old treaties and territories that were still being honored.

During all this there was a small squabble between Muddy and Quick, kid stuff really, like a good mom I suppose. Cinder pulled the children to the back and broke up the fight. Getting a some talon in the face but I digress. The whole point was that the lords were being highly condescending to Remembers and Mossy. These were not younglings. Mossy was over seventy and had several mated bonds and was even voted to be the Chief Father before Speaks Like Snow. He rejected the position and remained a healer and severed with Red Bird as a friend. Remembers is over a hundred, the eldest historian of the dia and one with great skill and reason. His elvish is terrible so I had to translate but he was to be respected. It was clear that the Consul of Lords

I could see this ending badly, drakkhani did not see elves as equals. So they did not get the same sort of discipline other members of the dia would. I was one of the few elves that earn the privilege one would say, to get smacked around if I was an asshole. They wouldn't attack the elves but the frustration on Mossy's face was clear. Ears back, cheeks puffed and tail lashing. He was tense, Remembers was getting shaky too. Cinder stepped in and tried to be gracious speaking gentle to Remembers getting a chuckle from old men looking down on them commenting in elvish on what a good wife she was and how senile Remembers was. Thinking that she wouldn't understand.

Cinder lost it. Turning around facing them in a kind of snarl that would make most younglings wet themselves. She let a low rumble of a roar turning the lodge silent for a solid five minutes.

None spoke poor of the drakks since then during that night and one of the few times I've see that kind of restrained anger from Cinder