Murphy

He was far too late to save the little dragon from the suffering. He was already lost to his pain and his rage as Wyvern entered the room and he knew there would be no stopping Loholt until exhaustion beat out his anger. Still, he would try. He gripped the child's shoulder with a firm yet gentle grip, watching with mismatched eyes as he wheeled around. When their eyes met, Wyvern knew the child was lost. His eyes were not anymore than slitted pupils seething with anger and hatred.

Lo struggled against his grip, trying to tear himself away from what little bit of comfort Wyvern could offer to him. It was like the shadows trying to comfort the blazing sun, a nearly impossible feat. With a loud order escaping from small lungs, Loholt managed to tear himself away and Wyvern let him go. He knelt down to the ground, sitting on the floor as the child raged on, angry words pouring from his throat, objects being tossed to the side.

Wyvern simply sat there and watched as the little dragon raged on, his pain written all over his face, his rage inscribed in his actions. Finally, over time, the little shadow sank to the ground, his dragon eyes tired and red from the angry tears he cried.

He waited there on the floor, watching as the seething anger seeped away from his nephew. Finally, Lo spoke and his words resonated with Wyvern. He felt the same way, that the people out there needed to pay for the horrors they had caused. Yet, he still couldn't blame just the uprisers outside. Part of his heart, no, part of his soul, held some blame towards his king. He had left them, had left his son, his wife, his brother in arms...he had left them all alone.

He sighed softly as the little dragon's roars faded into a hollow sound. He met Lo's gaze, his own eyes full of untold emotions. "Little dragon, which truth would you like to know?" He sat there on the floor, his hands dancing around the edges of his mask, eyes never leaving the gaze of the dragon.

"Where do you want me to start? Which lie or truth do you want unraveled?"