TURNING SAINTS INTO THE SEA

Your King Asmodeus
Your Queen ~~Nyimara~~
The Second None
The Herd Name, Name, Name		The Sub-Herd Name, Name, Name
Allies Name (Land)		Enemies Solomon (Cove)
The Rules There will be no fraternizing with enemies. If you put yourself knowingly in danger, don't expect a rescue. We are only as strong as our weakest link. See to it that you are getting stronger in some skill that is useful, whether it is battling, recruiting, charming, etc. The King and Queen have final say in all matters.

TURNING SAINTS INTO THE SEA
Posted on February 10, 2012 at 08:26:57 PM by BARON

The young man simply wanted to cling to his older brother with everything he had. It was a notion that had struck him for the moment, especially as he spoke of fighting. Baron had never been faced with anything less than a fight for his life. Then again- wasn�t this for his life as well? Without being close to what family he�d gotten back, the young man feared that he may lose it. It. Every last shred of everything that swirled around in his head. He just needed something to cling to. Something real. Something familiar.

The young man has a sort of life experience that a lot of others won�t get. Sometimes there are mornings when he wakes up and has no sight. Sometimes he�s been frozen in his spot by blindness, stuck to the land by immobility. On a few occasions the young man had been wandering through the woods, on his own, and everything had gone black. Baron doubted anyone else had been hit with those moments, which had been some of the most terrifying of his life. What does not kill you makes you stronger. Without the words to push him, the dunskin creature would be lost more often.

�It hit-t all of us d-d-differently. You d-d-did w-what you had-d-d t-to.� Baron�s nose rests briefly on his brother�s forehead, a sort of steadying gesture. He felt the need to steady them both in that moment. The subject of their father was a rock one, one that Baron never really cared to touch, even with a ten foot pole. Both of his parents were an open wound, too sore to touch quite yet.

�Your f-faith is pr-r-romising.� He shakes just slightly, still, as he stands in the light of his older brother. This is a space that holds some sort of comfort, basking in the aura of the closest thing he�s got to a hero.
swimming through sick lullabies

BARON

|El Barroco X Legacy|

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x - By Shiva February 10, 2012 at 08:56:36 PM

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