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09-26-2013, 06:44 PM
What did he have to fear in the white man's lands? Absolutely nothing. With his death Valhalla would only be angered and Glaciem would be purged of its false idol. Where was the time where Gargoyle lead with such beauty? Where had it all gone... everything lay in shambles and he was hard pressed to understand where the alacritian turmoil was rising. His eyes stayed trained to her, watching her with perfect resolve and waiting to see what it was she would whisper to him, "If you wanna get that close to my business be my guest baby; I love a biter." the smirk grew on his lips, she would never know a soul as ornery as he. Tail would flicker as though he had won this battle of tact and he would flick his maw to the side in dismissal. He didn't need the word of a woman to sway him. It held little notice to him. "I'll get out when I'm done destroying your infrastructure, when I'm done tearing down your walls, and when i'm done seeing what it is this place even holds that has any levity," Glaciem was...nothing in the grand scheme of things. A fad that would come to pass, and he had a feeling it's duration was going to be short-lived.