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*Isardis* · 11-24-2013, 11:34 PM

Bloodied from his battle, the beast would saunter with a shielding deportment; his shoulders hunched as his left forelimb would limp out beneath him, wincing with the strain of his ligaments as they tainted his previously flawless stride. Hackles lay deflated, exhausted, coral ears hung limp with his twirling emotions as rubies would search so eagerly for the borders of his territory. His left side ran with the crimson stains of his injuries, however his lips were tainted even more so; grotesquely lavished in the life-source of his enemy, of Taurig.

For as long as that boy was breathing he was a threat to the family?s well being, however with the loss of his eyes and his manhood; Isardis could only look forward to watching him suffer. His mind was hazed with a brittle sense of confusion; he was not as fulfilled in the maiming of his son as he had hoped. In fact, something would begin to tap way at his soul in that moment, to convince him he owed his blood a death of peace, and not a lifetime of suffering. Did Taurig deserve what was dealt to him? He was so unsure, and although no sense of guilt would possess his mind, his sanity was clouded with questions of doubt.

For Argent.

But something would send his mind astray, a figure, loitering amidst his distorted gaze. Sendoa. His stomach would turn with the thrill of her sights, so shocked to find her home already. He hadn?t the strength to seek her after his successful brawl with The Tortugan Leader, and although he was utterly relieved to have her home, a sense of cautiousness was evident as he would slightly alter his path to approach. However, he would keep a distance he had never desired for the woman, and warily he would stand; features void as his chest bristled with the unknown of her theft. ?Sendoa,? he paused, right forelimb lifting to curl over into a resting position as he attempted to ease it?s strain, ?You have returned to us,? she smelled so vaguely of the queen, however it was hard to say the last time they would have crossed paths. His words reeked of a frail exhaustion, and of an emotional despair. He had so many questions to ask, and yet not the strength or desire to do so.

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