Terror to Behold

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He should have known by now that to expect isolation was foolish and eventually the crowd would begin to develop around him. He paid attention to them each individually as was custom, but he couldn't help but tear each scenario of speech apart in his head. This crucifix fellow deserved a little a little bit of a lesson and Syrinx could feel the urge to show him hat happened whenever you invaded that of which was unknown. Syrinx had intimidation on his side. He was ugly, and in his scarred face and lacerated body he knew that he had the upper hand. This was solely because he looked like he had truly walked through hell, and those Thy had that appearance had more effect. Though, crucifix would have his boldness awarded, Syrinx was unsure what with and, truthfully, if he would be the one doling out the award. And just as he would prepare to answer the question that was thrown on the line his darling sister would appear and syrinx would dare to step near her. Boundaries did bot exist. He forgot that one of her eyes had been rendered useless and a scowl immediately usurped his features. Isardis had done that. Syrinx still wondered why Chrydanthe had allowed him to best her. ?

? "I do not die. It's something I decided to just not do," it was said as though there were truly a choice in the matter. Though, in his mind there was a choice, naturally, however, syrinx had to remember he had come close, "your husband or what har you is partially responsible for my life," though, syrinx threw extreme indifference to the statement. He didn't know where Gideon had gone after the incident. Truthfully, he wasn't sure he ever walked out. That wasn't his problem though and he was not discussing it with chrysanthe. Chrysanthe tried to explain crucifix's being out and about and being so bold. He shrugged his shoulders and a low growl resonated in his throat, "glad Valhalla is well. Though, it won't be if you don't teach them to stay away from things that go bump in the night. I could have killed him if I wanted to," the statement was not spoken matter-of-factly. Syrinx was aware that his sister understood his capabilities. Eyes were trained in crucifix, but only because syrinx hungered for the look that would spread across his face. He hoped desperately to see a glimmer of fear. He needed to be feared, "I won't leave again. The world is boring," syrinx was particularly off, but speakin to chrysanthe was more normal. At least he could understand her brother and accept of him what words came from his mouth and what actions took place by his will.


?Least of what he expected was for a daughter of his to actually show her face. Though, one did and syrinx would look past Epipron. Despite his cold exterior--God, he loved those children. Their coldness was a reflection of their love, and for an immediate moment he wondered how truly angry she was with him. The Titan pressed forward, moving past Chrysanthe (but pushing his head against her shoulder and hip as he passed) he stared in Meinx and a wicked grin overtook his lips, "I've never thought myself to be pretty, love," he continued towards her, aiming to press his nose against her nape and inhale. Already, however, he knew--"and you have yet to take your own kingdom. We're both failures, mi Amor," there was a resonating air of challenge about his words. He would have her forgiveness then or she would push on trying to prove points to which he would find equal fault with her. He was a proverbial god and even in his wrongness refused questioning, "I had things to figure out. This place was not ready for what I had to offer. I needed to stand in my own legs an you and your sisters needed better training. Tell me--did you band together or did you fall to pieces? If you couldn't stand against the world together in my absence then you've all failed and missed something essential," syrinx had to wonder (if they had fallen apart) how? Vyvienne had a tendency to keep tabs on what was hers.?
"Speech!".