Let The Flames Begin
01-16-2014, 01:13 AM
The pain in her words would flow so easily from the brim of her lips, the displeasure in her eyes sending his heart into the pulling of sympathy; but it was not what he had thought. Her first sentence would draw to a close as her spirits sunk, and he was so ready to reassure that he would train her; that she would best the man she had once lost to with flying colours and an effortlessness branded by only the Armada?s. But she was not done, and the words that would fall from her broken lips were enough to shatter his core. And it all made sense now. He would rise to his feet, fuming with a growing rage, a vicious snarl snapping free of his pipes as his hackles would lift. Nobody did such felonies towards a daughter of his, and they most certainly didn?t breathe on the others ide of it. His muscles tremored with sickness, his tongue twisting with the fury that boiled within, ?Where?? his tone was far too sharp than what the wounded girl needed; Isardis had never been talented with the emotional side of things, his anger far too over-powering. ?Where was he? I will skin him to within an inch of his life and watch his jugular beat against the exposed air; I will destroy him and all he is, Roman- I must find the rotted deadman, where was he- who is he?? oh Isardis and his repetitive ways, not allowing the babe to answer him until he was truly done spitting rage. |