Your King Asmodeus | ||
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The Second None | ||
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Allies Name (Land) | Enemies Solomon (Cove) | |
The Rules
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Posted on February 20, 2012 at 11:27:01 AM by DEBONAIRE
The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do and what a man can’t do. Tawny shoulders rolled in the parody of a shrug at Razvan’s words, though Debonaire feels a brief surge of frustration at his words. Loyalty and honor were well enough, but they were useless to one who was dead. But he could do nothing, without becoming more despised than he had already made him by stepping into the situation (who would have thought a good deed would prove to give him such a bad rap?) – except to hope that he had underestimated the painted brute’s inner strength. Perhaps in time he would recover…or perhaps not. At least he would no longer have to swim back and forth across the damn sea, his family sundered and his hopes of ever rejoining it low. “The choice is yours and yours only, Razvan. Loyalty and honor are admirable, to a point, but sometimes one must choose between what is right and what is sensible.” The gentle scuff of hooves in sand – ah, dearest Encantador had finally made an appearance. Debonaire allows his Arabian crown to nod briefly in greeting, but otherwise chooses to disregard his presence. This was Encantador’s business through his gamma, but all the choices and debts involved were Razvan’s alone. Sahara did not seem to have warmed up to him any, however, still spouting her hateful words at Debonaire as if he were a viper poised to strike. Sighing heavily and taking no care to disguise the discouraged behavior, the tawny brute decides on a whim that the situation is not likely to get any less corrosive with his presence. She might speak of Midas as caring and trustworthy, but it was obvious that her trust had been broken – why else would she treat someone who had sought to free her with such scorn? “Very well, Sahara, I can see from your continued scorn that my presence here is not welcome. I ask you only to remember that though Midas may have cared in his own way, it took a complete stranger to care enough to release you and your son back to your mate. If you have no want of me, however, I will go. I have made enough enemies on this day – Midas will likely seek revenge against me and mine – to have any desire to make another.” His gaze flickers to Razvan, these next words hard to speak because he knows the man will have few means by which to repay him – but a debt has still been incurred, and must be repaid, if only in the distant future. “And Razvan…I may have reunited your family without any demands, but a debt has been incurred regardless. I will not ask of you to repay it, but it will always be a connecting bond. I am cannot say that I am unhappy to be as family to you.” With a flick of his ebon tail, he turns back toward the sea. gentleman || 7 years || buckskin || arabian mix || 15.2 hands || voiced by Reba || |
Replies:
- Beyond the Doubtful - By Razvan February 20, 2012 at 09:22:12 PM
- a welcome arrow through the heart - By encantador February 26, 2012 at 09:16:56 PM
- x - By Shiva March 2, 2012 at 01:59:20 PM
- a welcome arrow through the heart - By encantador February 26, 2012 at 09:16:56 PM
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