Wake of Destruction

*Isardis* · 12-08-2013, 05:33 PM

Oh it was a sight to behold, Taurig nestled against the protective arms of three lowly men; one of which was recognizable as the fool Argent had successfully blinded. Rubies rested upon the milky glare of his visionless enemy, stomach fluttering with a half-hearted realisation at the damage he had so successfully dealt. Taurig had done well to survive the wounds, and yet Isardis wasn?t quite done just yet. His rage would fuel beneath his core, simmering with a vicious desire to destroy Taurig?s emotion, to pry his lover from beneath his grasp no different than the sightless fool had done so to him. And yet as he would speak, words of attempted truth, Isardis? mind would begin to churn with a bubbling psychosis of twisted amusement.

A state of emotional despair, tarnished with the loss of his adore; and yet in that moment The King would begin to burst at the seams, a rolling tide of eager chuckling sounding his amusement upon the matter. If Taurig believed he hadn?t been looking, he was only more imprudent. He would sway lightly, cherry lips scathed with the smirks of his creasing pleasure, ?And yet the last she was seen she had strayed your borders.? He shook his head weakly, impressed with the child?s foolishness. He didn?t believe a word he spoke, but that was no surprise. A coral paw would reach forth with a seamless ease of imposing suggestion, ?And what of her season, hm? Perhaps you were also the cause of her wombs poor memory.? The sudden admittance to the possibility made his stomach curl beneath broad ribs.

Something stirred around them, something sinister with the faulting of unworthy rules. His son stood by the side of a dame, and yet Isardis had to re-focus; his fear for the situation being pushed aside as Satis would seem to address the issue open-handedly. He would straighten himself upon four pillars, breast inflating as skull would rise, ?I challenge you for the one known as Maija; should your memory come back to you and you have information worth my time, you shall achieve the rights to your Golden Mistress. Sounds fair, no?? He would resist a gliding chuckle, defences heightening; toes splaying as his balance would equalize alongside bristled hackles, ?Who is to answer me?? The possibility of deffeat was still as potent as ever, and yet Isardis wouldn't a spare a moment to it's awareness.

Isardis vs. Taurig? ? Round 0 of ??

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