Draven
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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'Well, Draven, you are speaking to Ambrosia. Iota of Abendrot and daughter of Halina. So don't try anything funny. Am I supposed to pity you, Draven? I do not pity. What if I do not want you to be in my company? Maybe I came here to get away from everyone and be alone. If it's socialization you want you should look for a real home. Just stay the hell out of mine.' The mottled brute chuckled and shrugged. "I have not often been held in high regard for my humor, miss Ambrosia." He remembered in perfect detail the last time that he had. It had been the last time that he and his gang had tortured and maimed Halina without consequence. He had joked about her crazy mother who had committed suicide because of her sin of homosexuality and how Halina should take her own life to repent. Draven had joked about taking her virginity even though they were both but teenagers to show her what a titan was like. And his gang had urged him on and so he had - he had raped her til she bled while the rest of the had pinned her down.
Draven smiled at the memory before returning his attention to the ess in front of him. "If you do not want to be in my company then you need merely leave. If you wish to be alone you should have first ensured that you were actually alone instead of barging in on another's solititude and peace. You have a real home - your words, not mine - so why aren't you there in the privacy of your den instead of invading mine?" He paused to give her time to react - be it outrage or pity or indifference. His vocals deepened and he turned away from her, responding with hardly more than a whisper that reverberated off of the walls of the cavern. "As for a home... Perchance I should. It has been years since I have belonged anywhere, years since I have joined a pack. Since then I have always been alone..." He paused for dramatic effect and sniffled once before turning back to her, a brighter facade painted upon his face.
"Anyway that is no concern of yours and I do not mean to burden you with tales of my woes. I wish you the best, Miss Ambrosia, in finding what it is that you are searching for." And just like that, Draven began to walk off into the darkness, into the labyrinthe that was his home. The only question was... would she follow him?
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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Demon Ω Escaped Convict Ω Azura Ω
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