[Darker Angorian]

OOC: Sorry for the excessively late post, my sister took over the computer for "revision".

Darker went sprawling over the nearest table, and felt his hackles rising. This scum had dared lay his filthy hands on his person. He stood up slowly, and felt his blood heating up. His blatantly elven nature indicated that he was quick to temper, and he went to step back towards the vile creature. But, there was a young, pink haired woman standing in his way.

"Excuse me, miss" he began slowly, his breath catching slightly in his throat from anger, as he felt around his belt to make sure his knife was where he had left it, "but this gentleman," darker coughed to emphasise the sarcasm in his tone, "only seems to have a problem with races that can see in the dark." Darker ran his fingers through his hair, as if to say 'Here I am, I have dark elf blood'.

He turned to the man, and his booted foot lashed out kick the drunkard's feet from under him. "By the name of Aslan," he bellowed at the man, "You will not sully my honour."