The Other Side

*Sendoa* · 09-26-2013, 12:55 PM

This was a pitiful display, but not one that surprised her in any form or fashion. Isardis' mind was very childlike when it came to his pride and his possessions. He couldn't help himself, really and truly. All he knew was to acquire what he wanted, and hold onto it with every fiber of his being. That was what he was doing now. He had acquired his son and given him status and rank, but he had seen this move as a betrayal - and he knew no other response besides retaliation. She expected this much of him, and almost required it. He simply wouldn't be her brother if he didn't act this way.

Although she wasn't fond of his choice in victims.

Admittedly, Sendoa had a soft spot for Taurig - and to see him exposed to this side of his own father was hardly enjoyable. Not to mention she was now torn between the two of them. She expected Isardis to act like he was, but that didn't mean she liked it or approved of it. However, Taurig had gone behind their backs and left them during a crucial period right before an anticipated war. As the boys squabbled she watched, thinking over these things until Taurig's form was marred enough to bother her. Again she would plead with her brother, this time more forcefully and intentionally.

?Isardis, enough! He has made his bed, let him lie in it!?

Words were cool as ice, imploring him to listen for once in his life. She would step forward, bringing herself closer to the pallid brother and his night-colored spawn. A growl would rumble in her chest as an ear - then two - flickered back warningly. Enough was enough, the boy had been marred and it was time for Glaciem to go home.

?speak,?

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