The brute never said a word, to whisper his lips

*Oddity* · 10-15-2013, 03:08 AM

The moon was brightly shining down on the snow, covering the ground like a soft blanket of death. Oddity hardly had time to enjoy it though, an emotionless swarm of expression plagued his face as he walked searching for some sign of his king. He needed to speak to him, Isar obviously knew of his failure by now, and now he was going to ask him about Abelinda? Wow, was that a whole bunch of joke choked up in a dead rabbit. He couldn't believe Isar would be as so kind as to let him have mating rights towards his blood sister. He would leave him in the dust, but it wouldn't mean he would not try. As Oddity searched for the king, he thoroughly thought through it.
Abelinda, what was it that he loved about her? She was beautiful, of divine blood, she was a personality of greatness who had been kind to her when he didn't understand, yet she was a strong loyal warrior to Isar. That was all those things that made him love her, and he would try with confidence to get her. If Isar tore his throat away, it only meant he was the weaker man, and no matter if he fought, he wouldn't be able to fight his king. That was one thing, he refused to do.

Speech,

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