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Malestrom



Glacier

Loner

age
6 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Extra large
build
-
posts
510
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03-29-2016, 06:56 PM (This post was last modified: 03-29-2016, 06:56 PM by Glacier.)


Lost in a sea of emotion, the stoic brute didn't know how to save himself. There was no Voltage beside him in that moment, to ground him through it. Perhaps it would be inevitable that he would turn then to anger, and vengeance. He wanted to carve up the face of the beast that had done this to his flesh and blood. He wanted to tear out their heart and stuff it down their throat. He vibrated with that anger, he felt it with a strength the likes of which he had never recalled feeling in his life. How dare they. How dare he. Glacier was suppose to protect his kin, his siblings. This was a mark of the ultimate failure. He hadn't saved Arcus in the moment he needed him the most – he hadn't even known Arcus needed saving.

The anger threatened to give way to that despair and guilt, it threatened again to drown him. He tried to turn it back to anger, but Arcus's words destroyed that self-righteous flame. He staggered in his final step towards his brother, feeling the gap between grow ever longer as Arcus's words turned to anger. Yes, his brother had every right to feel that rage towards Glacier, to the older brother that had never managed to save him. Glacier hung his head, the last traces of anger deserting him. “Your right. I have more then I ever asked of life or expected of it. You have less then what I wanted to give you, and none of the happiness you deserved.” his voice was low, and soft. “But you've never let me fight your battles for you. I would tear the face of the beast that did this to you, if any part of you wanted me too. But that's not what you came here for, is it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He didn't know where the word where coming from. Certainly not the pool of guilt eating away at the heart. They came from somewhere else, some desperation not to lose his brother again, not to fail him for the thousandth time. “I wont pretend I have the right to ask it of you, but don't leave, brother. At least, not entirely. Even if you don't want to be here, in our lands, at least don't be gone from my life, from theirs.”

"Speech."