Mirror
09-08-2013, 12:13 AM
His father had lost the challenge for the girl Liberty. Isardis had lost. Taurig was finding it hard to get that through his skull. His father, the one man who thought himself to be better than anyone, had lost to the Valhallan queen and he had lost in front of his wolves as well as the council of Valhalla. How was the pale ghost taking it? The Knight wouldn't know, he hadn't seen his father since the challenge. He wasn't sure if he was avoiding the pale king because he wasn't sure what kind of state he would be in or because he just didn't know how to look at his father anymore. Isardis would boast about his greatness but now...he didn't have the right to boast anymore, not when he had been defeated in front of an audience. But the grey-blue titan knew that it wasn't over. Oh not by a long shot. He knew his father wouldn't take this loss lightly. Just as he had obsessed over Liberty, he would obsess over this loss and he would make his obsession. The red faced queen would see his father again, and perhaps it would be on worse terms next time. Taurig could only wonder what his father had in store for Alacritis. But thoughts of imminent wars and his father's defeat were cast aside as a familiar voice called to him from behind, ears twitching backwards to catch the sound of his name. Taurig. His head would crane around, icy gems coming to fall across his aunt's familiar blue-black figure, mere inches from him as she asked if he was contemplating jumping. A smirk twisted his ebony lips, a moment taken to glance back at the ocean. Jump. The thought had never crossed his mind. He would never take his own life; that was the cowards way out and he was by no means a coward. If he was to die, it would be at the jaws of an opponent in the heat of battle, defending what he believed, not because he decided to take his own life. His smaller aunt would reach towards the tip of his tail, nipping at it mischievously, causing the gargantuan to flicker her nose with its tip before turning away from the point to face her, taking the few steps necessary to close the gap between them. Sharpened daggers would seek the closest ear, nibbling at the tip as he tugged at it gently, smiling. Only a coward would take his own life aunt Sen, and I am no coward. Rumbling lyrics would fall from inky lips as the brute pulled away, giving his aunt an affectionate nuzzle as he gazed down at her. Can't sleep? Or simply wandering tonight? Talk like this |