SEVEN NATION ARMY

*Isardis* · (This post was last modified: 11-21-2013, 05:21 PM by Isardis.)

As he had expected, the fight would begin to fray into the palms of another victory; the foolish Valhallan falling beneath the throes of his failures. Good. With that out of the way, the virtually unscathed albino would stand for a few vital moments; surveying the occurrences of the battlefield. But much to his disgust, a brutal battle raged between Vixe, his loyal guardian, and a man who seemed to far outweigh him in experience and age. What had set it off? Isardis craved t intervene, to match the beast with a structure and seasoning Vixe couldn?t compare. How cowardly of the idiotic Valhallan. Rapidly his senses would direct him to a boy, a boy Vixe had faced a short while ago, and naturally Isardis would link him to the events that would unfold.

Swaying as he re-found his footing, Isardis? skull would snake forwards with an eerie sense of dangerous elegance; tongue sliding against pale lips as his mind would begin to brew with a fragile thrill. He didn't fear the death of Vixe, however he craved to cause more pain where Vixe had seemingly started. He would bring forward a twisted sense of vengeance no matter the outcome of his Assailants battle. Vixe had given him his loyalty, however scarce his presence had been, and Isardis would hold true to his promises. His cry was no more than a brief bark, a short and sharp challenge for the ownership of the raging boy; viscous in intent, however angelic by tone.

Isardis vs. ?? ? Round 0 of ?

For Sarak

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