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*Isardis* · 12-02-2013, 05:24 PM

Her words would pierce his soul with the painless sense of a faultless blade, and yet they were hardly unexpected. As she began to explain herself he would only grow more-so upon the suspiscion something wasn?t right. However, although he held a faint sense of distrust in Sendoa after her disappearance on The Battlefield, her words seemed genuine enough. ?She is presumed alive,? the sudden spitting of a short fuse would tarnish his previously void tongue, rubies narrowed upon the blue woman as he struggled to decide exactly how much faith he would place within her words. ?On the presumption your loyalties lie to me, and not to Argent, I will assume she or Taurig are trying to hide something. Exactly where did she disappear? We well send a party in the morning,? his voice was far gruffer and damaged than Sendoa would likely find familiar.

She had asked no questions of the harm that had come to Taurig yet, and Isardis wasn?t entirely sure how he felt about it. Sendoa had been close to the boy, and his scent hung weak against her skin, but was she held against her will or did she only aid in the boys maim by providing a brittle sense of esteem? ?Meanwhile, you are my Queen; and I swear to the demons of hell should I have you to rely on Sendoa, I couldn?t bare to be betrayed by one of the only being?s I feel I can trust,? but could he? Could he really trust her? It hurt him to have second thoughts, and yet why wouldn?t he? It seemed nobody was trustworthy these days, and the family?s morals were shattered. Taurig had dragged them apart, and so Isardis would continue to rip the boy limb from limb until he felt the pain and suffering he had forced upon his father. ?Tell me,? his haunches would lower to rest against the earth then, exhausted, bloodied, ?Who is the woman Taurig most confides within? His queen, or his lover, perchance?? lashes would flicker with an expectation of interest.

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