Sometimes There Is Honor In Revenge
Ah, there he was again, assuming. Had this child learnt nothing from her sentences? The mistress feeds on others fears, on others hatred, their love, their ego matter that creeps along her victim spine and makes hoarse the breath from their eroding lungs. She was the dagger at their neck, the creeping scream that gulps down below their ribs and makes a home nestled within their shuddering core. This was the sound, the silence, that demands such a presence of unkempt madness, and the damnable aphrodisiac of conserved rage. Shadows that creep along the tattered fringe of her mind, teetering upon the fragile expanse of this mans bratty vulgarity; masterless and bestial her chilling expression changed into a soft smile that graces her beautiful facial features, tracing the skeletal fragments of one soul. Wheather we like it or not, child, he is our father however hatred binds us, not I. she offered in her sultry purr, not making any move whatsoever to follow the man though it was needless to day that his reaction did hurt a far away part of her mind. There is, I believe, in every disposition a tendency to some particular evil, a natural defect, which not even the best education can overcome. she replied with a smile And our defect is the propensity to hate our creator. she shifter her weight in order for her excessively long tail to wrap around her being. If you were to ask her, she never insulted him nor did she meant to came as a threat however if this child mind can only take it as so it means he was never in his life being said "no" to. He was spoiled beyong belief and delussional of his heritage even though he seemed to know nothing about it. He never walked among the Ithuriels, he never met any other of his kin and yet he considered himself one of them so shamefully. He who seemed to have a better life than they all had, nevertheless, she was at least a little bit joyous that her brother had no hardships in his life and yet that did not seem to serve him any good. He was a stranger to them and their ways after all. Never was my wish to bind you to me. I do not even know your name, you are but a stranger to me for now. the smile vanished from her visage and was instead replaced with the same emotionless exterior. You are here. Is it to my understanding that you left and abandoned your throne, your land in order to come find the other half of your heritage. In order to find us. Do not speak of the throne if you left it. No one asked you to. she remained still like a statue as he turned her back at her and she would lie if she said she did not felt like shed a single tear for the man. You came on your own accord and you had never walked among your kin before. The insults he throwed at her meant less than dirt to her and she will not feed his own ignorance and vulgarity towards his family to answer them. the same smile returned to her facade, soft and filled with warmth. There are two kinds of fools - those who don't take action because they have received a threat, and those who think they are taking action because they have issued a threat. her fiery lenses locked onto his frame, If we were not worth your trip I advice you to renounce your heritage and name and return to your lands. rigid, stone cold ice expression returned, unreadable and serious. If you decide against it, and I hope you do, you can summon me any time.
exitus by not stopping Ramses in his attempt to leave, if however Ramses decided to stay then she will remain |
