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05-28-2014, 02:13 PM
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Torleik
The beard of glory... Of all the idiots in all the idiot villages to birth spawn, Ulrik and Illynx were King Moron and Queen Fool. Torleik thought them two of the utmost worst possible parents, and little - save a well-adjusted child - would change his mind. Like that could occur with parenting by his mentally off-kilter cousin and the vain, sociopathic bitch he'd knocked up. Torleik wished to throttle them both for their selfish incompetency...but he was too self-aware to let his anger burn too openly. He was furious with himself, with his mistake to let Brisa seduce him so easily, with the near family he had been saddled with because of it. And he was angry the twins were not his, but some manwhore Pegasus' bastard spawn. He would berate his cousin for his imbecilic mistake later. For how, the Bloodskald simply wished to be alone so that he might find some peace. But that was not to be, he discovered, as the very child he had been mentally grumbling over bounded about in front of him. Briefly, Torleik wondered if the boy knew he was a bastard in the sense that he was a tool for Illynx and unplanned (likely unwanted) by his father - who, if Torleik's instincts proved correct, would be the conspicuously absent kind. With a sigh, he approached the youngling and rumbled a nicker of greeting. "Hello, young man," the Bloodskald said quietly, giving the skinny boy a kind smile. He liked children, and this child was his family - even if Illynx was most certainly not. "I am your father's cousin. What are you doing out here all alone?" he asked, tone pleasant and curious, lacking the condescion of most adults when they spoke to little ones. @[Rikyn] ------------------ OOC: OMG post from my phone. I apologize if anything is horribly wrong. |
