SWAN SONG
01-28-2014, 05:00 PM
The enemy would fall as it had so many times before, his mind pleading with him to accept the fact that the duo were so in sync, so efficient together. But he couldn?t, Argent would surely never be a pair with him, she would never be his partner. Sendoa had taken her place, and as the silver woman strangled her opposition, Isardis would feel the empty stab of her betrayal yet again. Recovering, he would turn his face from her struggled efforts to rise against her broken limb, not wanting to watch her, and yet holding no desire to help her. Her words stung, caused a rage to boil beneath his chest, and for a moment he thought he would grasp her scruff and pin her down. But he was exhausted, ?No, you are not worthy of my efforts, deserter,? cold, sinister, emotion riddled beneath each syllable and he would begin to walk away from her, only expecting she would follow. ?How many are there?? he would question, referring to her babes and yet only presuming she understood, ?Spawn.? And how it burned, the thought of Taurig rising upon the spine of Argent, her whoreish cravings and the life that would come of it. It pitied him, almost made him lurch in disgust. |