Here Lies A Fool
06-20-2013, 04:00 PM
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in the game of thrones, you win or you die
Aditsan Achak
there is no middle ground
Adit had heard many things, but to question why he was not with the people he had to rightfully rule, he was angered. "Some battles should not be fought, if I were to return, I would be slaughtered by hundreds of wolves on sight. Hostile takeover." He admitted, before turning away and walking farther away. Than another female approached, disrespecting him and everything he believed in. He just couldn't take it anymore.
It had happened again, and he snapped into one of his more bitter moods, as if he hadn't dealt with enough already. Digging deep into his foreign roots, he shouted out, a different language. Imb?ciles, tr?s bien, marquage sur moi. Je vous laisse, je vous laisse!" He had done that only a few times before, he use to shout out while charging into battle, and commanded his father's subordinates in battle with the French commands. But this was different, it was anger.
He walked away, not caring about any of their reactions to his shouting, his fur in a bristle. Again, his bark far worse than his non-existent bite. We'll make a soldier of you yet. He remembered that one line from his father. He had been told to kill a female, something he could never do.
[Short exit post]
Wear your scars like medals of glory
Adit had heard many things, but to question why he was not with the people he had to rightfully rule, he was angered. "Some battles should not be fought, if I were to return, I would be slaughtered by hundreds of wolves on sight. Hostile takeover." He admitted, before turning away and walking farther away. Than another female approached, disrespecting him and everything he believed in. He just couldn't take it anymore.
It had happened again, and he snapped into one of his more bitter moods, as if he hadn't dealt with enough already. Digging deep into his foreign roots, he shouted out, a different language. Imb?ciles, tr?s bien, marquage sur moi. Je vous laisse, je vous laisse!" He had done that only a few times before, he use to shout out while charging into battle, and commanded his father's subordinates in battle with the French commands. But this was different, it was anger.
He walked away, not caring about any of their reactions to his shouting, his fur in a bristle. Again, his bark far worse than his non-existent bite. We'll make a soldier of you yet. He remembered that one line from his father. He had been told to kill a female, something he could never do.
[Short exit post]