He wasn't about to go quietly.
Taking a breath, in that moment Kwe'tau could hear other voices raised in similar vein. Some were crying out, some were singing, some were making bestial noises—and he was glad to have the chorus as back-up. He was the star, here—clearly that was why he was dragged across the nether and deposited in this place! He was meant for greater things than the Forgelands could provide. It hadn't been his choice, and that's what he'd come to yell about.
LOOK, ASSHOLE.The dog's voice was sharp and then booming, loud enough to carry over sweeping plains or through the corridors of fire where he had grown in the Forgelands, but here there was nothing except the darkness above, the bodies below. Somewhere in his periphery was the portal he had run through thoughtlessly; it was a wonder how he didn't end up in the warrior's camp, given how stupid he was and how death-prone he seemed.
I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU GET OFF—BUT I'VE HAD ENOUGH!
Taking a breath, in that moment Kwe'tau could hear other voices raised in similar vein. Some were crying out, some were singing, some were making bestial noises—and he was glad to have the chorus as back-up. He was the star, here—clearly that was why he was dragged across the nether and deposited in this place! He was meant for greater things than the Forgelands could provide. It hadn't been his choice, and that's what he'd come to yell about.
YOU CAN'T MAKE SHIT WITHOUT FIRE. THIS PLACE? YOU FILLED IT WITH THE LIVING, BUT WHERE IS THE FIRE? YOU IDIOT! ITS TOO COLD HERE FOR US. WHAT KIND OF PETRI-DISH DO YOU THINK THIS IS? WE'RE ALIVE DOWN HERE SO GET OFF YOUR ASS AND TURN ON THE DAMN LIGHT!