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So show me love Pride was a bauble the Bloodskald had much of, but he was not a fool. When he was wrong, he was wrong - there was no point in adding shit to shame by refusing to admit it when it was right in one's face. Had he been privy to the machinations of the goddess' mind, Torleik most likely would have agreed with her sentiment. Why follow any of them? He had done well enough for himself his entire life without the help of a single diving being of any sort (as far as he knew, at least), so why start now? Perhaps because he could not simply give up what he had once believed was such an important part of his existence when the massive temple he'd constructed in his soul for the gods had come crumbling down around him. The foundation of his faith still remained, though cracked and chipped and in places pulverized to dust. He was not ready to sweep it all away and expose the raw, fertile dirt of firsthand knowledge just yet. Torleik's snort at her pricking words directed at Oxy was somewhat half-hearted, though he was amused. His eyes watched hers roam over him and he felt warmed in a strange, almost violated way. To earn any manner of desire from a goddess...he was mortal. The rabicano felt himself unworthy of eliciting such sensations. There was only one whom he wished to light that fire within and she seemed almost incapable of that sort of feeling. It figured. Choosing the difficult path was a skill of the Bloodskald's. The Goddess of the Moon said she would accept his loyalty if he pledged himself to her and offered his services for a later day when she had need of him. An alarm went off in the back of the general's head knowing that this deal was heavily slanted in the divine bitch's favor...but his weary and battered soul simply could not muster the will to care. What did it matter if he said yes? Torleik's suspicions were highly aroused, however, by her statement that she had a delicate matter for him to aid her with. Did she require his skill with words? His calm demeanor in a heated argument? Wintry eyes narrowed, mulling this over. Delicate. Delicate. One favor. His shoulders relaxed. One favor in a lifetime. If it was a mistake it would be only one mistake. Torleik could live with that. Or maybe that was his apathy talking. "Mortals are breakable by nature and thus so is their loyalty," he began wryly. "But my brokenness is yours." The words were murmured with no fire or roar of passion, delivered instead like the quiet passing of a cold howl of wind. Fitting. "I accept." The dread in his heart told him he had made a mistake already, but he was doing this to be stronger, to be more capable, able to protecting those he loved. Torleik had failed his loved ones once before and he would die before he let harm come to them again, in this land he now called home. If that meant personal sacrifice, hating himself for the decisions he had to make...so be it. @[God of the Moon] @[Random Event] __________________________________ OOC: Five hundred years later. Sorry. -_- This can be wrapped up now. |
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