Wake of Destruction

*Satis* · 12-08-2013, 09:55 AM

Suddenly it would all begin to fall together; the strange woman loitering with an eerie sense of brainlessness and suddenly the tiny sibling Satis was regretful to admit to knowing so poorly. And yet? something stained his pelt, a foul and deathly odour of toxication, a mixed sense of perilous evil. What had this wench morphed the child to? A wavering suggestion of worry would crease her youthful brow, mind mulling over the likelihood of a babe turning on his father so young. Who was this wench to poison his mind? A short gaze would be cast to Isardis, who seemed to have noticed the going-ons, but remained focused upon his own tasks. And so the girl would act; moving forwards as her defences would rise alongside bristling hackles, weaving about the haunches of her father to approach the pale woman front on (Chill); standing square, imposing, as a vicious growl would escape the tenders of her throat, ?Foolish woman; as a rogue of Alacritis I force-claim you as a wolf of Glaciem. May you realise the fatality of your mistakes upon your stay.? Dare the babe attempt to fight for her rights to freedom; Satis would stand ready, perhaps unwisely confident in her ability to evade toxin.

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