Wake of Destruction
12-08-2013, 08:58 AM
It was almost painful to see the blue man being torn apart; and yet as Satis approached at the quarters of her father, it seemed her once-brother was holding himself quite well. Isardis was not stupid, he would have been well aware of the strength Taurig withheld; but Satis could not have expected to see a blind youth standing so defensively tall. Armoured by his body guards, yes, however still somewhat impressive. And yet, he was a betrayer; and as pained as she may have been to lose a sibling, it seemed Isardis had his reasons. Exactly how? worthy Taurig was of such punishment was not her place to judge. The girl would stand with bristling hackles, defences lifted as she stood within the wake of her over-imposing King. A strange pallid loitered athwart, peculiar in her behaviour, and yet Satis wasn?t wholly convinced she was a threat; more or less she seemed to be somewhat unsound at mind. Pity. She would defend her sovereign as she saw fit, relentlessly. |