Quiet like a fight [herd meeting of sorts]

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[OPEN] Quiet like a fight [herd meeting of sorts]

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

#22

11-26-2014, 06:07 PM

Torleik the Bloodskald

Separate

The Bloodskald was unprepared for a god to suddenly enter their midst as if it was the most normal occurrence, let alone the one he immensely disliked for reasons that were...very personal. The God of the Spark simply waltzed up as if everything was normal, nothing amiss, like he was eternally amused by their mortal machinations. Torleik's pleasure that, for once, a god agreed with him was nearly instantaneously dashed when the deity's words continued.

"Ophelia has...been around."

The spiteful, jealous rage that erupted from a crater in his chest that had been poorly filled with hollow words and platitudes was violent, and the Basin General's eyes blazed with a hateful fire. A barely concealed sneer shadowed his scarred lips when the Time God declared Ophelia the new Lady of the Basin.

Of course, was the succinct, acerbic thought that scraped across his brain like a bear's claw. The stallion kept himself rooted to the spot just long enough to bear Ophelia's speech, then pried himself from her side. Somewhere in his heart he felt pain for his cousin; how confused Ulrik must be at feeling so strongly over anything when feelings did not come easy to him. The rabicano's gaze, though hazy with rage, saw how the Engineer trembled and as he passed, he paused and pressed his muzzle to the bronzed shoulder.

"I will help you find your family. Our family," he murmured quietly, then dipped his head and continued his path away from the group, back to his cave. Irelyn's confusion was clear through their bond but Torleik refused to acknowledge it now. Not now. He could not do this now. His direction had been intended for home but he hadn't ended up there. Instead, he found himself staring at the hot springs - and why not? He hadn't done anything for his body in a long time. The heat would soothe him, right?

Right.

Screw everyone else.

"talk talk talk"

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