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Torleik the Bloodskald Posts: 354

Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8.0 | dam: 7.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 11 HP: 66.5 | Buff: SWIFT

Irelyn :: Plain Griffin :: Molten Dagger RedGod

#16

06-22-2014, 07:46 PM

Torleik
The beard of glory...

How empty it must have felt to have a child by a man that didn't love you, and whom you held no feelings for. Family was deeply important to Torleik and his people - when they had been a people still - and he could not fathom the idea of lacking it. Not with a child in the picture, at least. Ulrik was the only family he had left and it was family enough.

Maybe Ophelia was family enough for her daughter? Something told the dual-horned demon that things were not peaceful between mother and offspring, however. Perhaps it was the way Ophelia stayed stiff against him - though that could be because his contact was unwelcome. Maybe it was the hollowness in her laugh, or the way she described her daughter without naming her. The description felt objective, like an outsider might have listed - not the filly's mother.

Torleik's thoughts stuttered when the white mare finally relaxed into him and the sensation felt better than his frayed, tired nerves expected. How long had it been since he'd felt gentleness? A year, at least. He finally pulled away and stepped back, watching Ophelia clear her throat and shuffle awkwardly. Disappointment nestled into his chest, realizing that it was likely his touch hadn't been all that welcomed.

A deep breath smothered the feeling for the time being. She asked his title and he shrugged, not feeling much self-importance right now. Maybe if things had been different, if his kind gesture had been more accepted, he might look as proud as he should feel. His prior flirtation with ego at her compliment towards his strength was all but forgotten. "The Bloodskald," he answered. "Among my people it means warrior-bard; that is the most simple translation, I believe."

He snorted when Ophelia asked how the Basin had shifted. "Psyche abdicated. Diemos and Illynx lead now. I filled the vacant spot for General. My cousin, Ulrik, is a crafter." Loose lips around this woman, he realized a little too late - though he had told her nothing of extreme and vital important secrecy to the Basin. In truth, he knew no Basin secrets. Well, perhaps the sentinel. But that wasn't meant to be a secret, per se. He knew nothing of the Plague and its workings, nothing of the dark and racist agenda of his new home's leaders.

@[Ophelia]

"talk talk talk"

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