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*Isardis* · 11-28-2013, 07:46 PM

The true events of what had unfolded upon the battlefield the day of her disappearance would forever remain a mystery. One moment she had been attacked and lay sprawled beneath Taurig, and the next the duo were gone. Isardis had his doubts and a brittle lack of trust within the woman. However, he wouldn?t ask. Why? Because he wasn?t sure he could handle having to drive her away from too. Argent was gone, Taurig was as good as dead and had dragged The Leader?s children down with him. Who next? Why did his family seek to destroy him? Sendoa was perhaps all he had left, and yet he feared the answers she would give him. And so he would let lies plague his mind until she offered truth herself.

She would bow to his superiority, pressing her breast beneath the sensitivity of his wounded being. He was far too exhausted to provide her the attention he normally would have, and yet something would form a barrier between the adoration he felt for her also. He was relieved she was back, and yet he struggled to feel much more; at least not in his state of wounded emotional and physical mortality. He was utterly bewildered. ?Where is Argent?? if there was a question that was going to force free some sense of sentiment it would be the words which so effortlessly wove free of his lips. Sendoa would need to be wary, Isardis was aware his Queen was last in Tortuga before she vanished. And something hadn?t been right about her. Something more writhed beneath the surface, as if everyone but he knew what had become of her, and that the world was laughing in his face.

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