The Catalyst
Agria
09-10-2020, 05:10 PM
He was furious with her plea, "What about him!?" He would come to a halt but not be able to look her in the eye. She didn't care about his father, he knew she didn't anymore at least. She was so involved in keeping himself chained that she had no feeling left in her lifeless heart. "Kaine is dead!" he argued, not having the whole truth of that statement. "I spoke to an Abraxas. They didn't know who he was." He backed away from her in disgust, he wanted to be done with her. She didn't have anything worth giving him. She wouldn't tell him any more about his father that meant anything. And she couldn't return him for that matter. He knew this. "Kaine would want you dead." He was spiteful but he knew this was why they ran for so many years. "I want you dead. I wish I could deliver your corpse to him." Kefka had never spoke like this to his mother. He was respectful with an occasionally teenage annoying sigh. But he was at his end and he didn't care anymore. There was a lot more he could say but he wouldn't. It would just drag her closer behind him. |
!Rated R! For language and sexual themes. Prone to violence.
Scent: Roses Alignment: Chaotic Evil Season: Winter Status: Single (Heterosexual) Height: 40 inches Home: Grapevine Cathedral Maims: Sheath scarring, barely noticeable unless someone is actually looking there while he is belly-up Important Details: |