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No Method, Just Madness IP: 108.19.101.218 Posted on December 8, 2014 at 02:50:57 AM by Andras
It was a difficult thing to see her, and yet so comforting in a time when there was very little comfort. He could only look upon her and wonder what she found so fascinating about Glorall. He kept his head high, staring her down with his stunning eyes that had darkened and faded over time. She was his sister, she was the same blood as he in another form. Yet part of him could not have but feel a sting of betrayal at her leaving him to fend for Iromar alone, but he would not bring such a thing up now.
He let her speak, eyes narrowing slightly at her response. News of Lillith would spread like wildfire, and yet he was hardly concerned with that right now. He still wanted answers- answers that had yet to come. He only let a lip switch at her words before she came forward, pointing out the new...addition and alteration to his face. He pulled away slightly, face touch with a wrinkle of irritation before I stepped away from her.
It was a...shameful thing. He had the chance to skin him, to take him back and drown him in the bogs. Yet...he couldn't, and he was not sure why. Was it the call of Lillith that lured him away? Her sweet scent and voice...they were undeniable to him. Or, was he unable to kill his very own blood and flesh? A deep, rumbling growl did linger in the air a moment in otherwise silence. If Lillith...or if even Rogue had been there, that boy would be dead. Perhaps he was weaker without one of his female counterparts.
"He lives, Rogue," I boom within my growl, my eyes lingering off in the distance as my tail slashes the cold air in irritation.
"I had him in my very jaws, the boy who carries my blood- but he is still alive," he muses, unsure if he is growing...mad with the loss of his imprint. His red and black fur was ruffled, the thought of the situation boiling his blood. The scar upon his face, it was from him. It was so far, a scar gone unpunished.
What was he to do now though? Rogue had come, but for what reason, what purpose? Lillith is dead- and would she really comfort him for such a thing? No, such a thing would not be true, and he could hardly even process why she bothered to come back to him now. It was all a very...frustrating experience since his soul was torn from him into the void, with only faint whispers coming from the black abyss. He knew he had to follow her, had to join her- and it was too late for Rogue to anchor him back into this reality.