Bearer of Bad News
03-08-2016, 10:11 PM
The moment Vincenzo looked away Basileus knew it was true. He went cold, all warmth seemingly seeping from the pads of his paws. How was that possible? What of his brothers, of his father? Did they live? What of his friends, his comrades? How could they all be dead? It simply couldn't be real. But it was, wasn't it? "NO," he said firmly. In an instant he had turned away from Vincenzo and marched off, taking several long strides away from the man before pausing with his back still to him. A few moments passed as he processed it. Finally the weight of what his friend said sunk in. The blow was crushing and it sat on his shoulders with all the weight of a boulder. It was tempting to allow the weight of it to bring him to his knees but he resisted. Finally he spun around and marched back. He could only assume that his blood brothers had not survived and while he wanted to grief he would not do so in front of one of his men. "Si parte con la vendetta." |