Release
01-15-2014, 06:18 PM
He arrived fairly quickly, however didn?t seem to be overly thrilled within his entrappers? presence; Isardis swaying with a brittle pleasure, a dwindling pride as the pale man presented himself. ?Valhalla?s queen had come calling some time ago, but I had a point to make,? he confidently began to explain, ruby gaze resting half-heartedly against the dusty eyes of the Prisoner, ?You?re no longer a Prisoner of Glaciem. Be satisfied knowing I released you through choice, for what use is a man who craves no more than to return to the lesser?s of Alacritis?? throat bubbled weakly, extended tail flicking about tapered hocks. ?Go now,? it was near a demand as his spine would rise ever-so-slightly, a faint suggestion of his supremacy as the King awaited his departure. There was nothing more to be said. Bronze was no longer safe from harm, but perhaps he?d be happy back in his rightful place with the inferior. Then again, what reason did his people have to damage him? For as long as the man stayed out of his hair, Isardis would ensure the same. |