Chasing Status | Sen

*Isardis* · 05-06-2014, 04:16 PM

Alas, if only she had known the pain she was so willingly walking towards; a woman of strength, a woman he had trusted to hold his wishes and follow the guidance of all he had previously laid out before. No, she had woven her fingers into his trust wholly to abuse it; purely to rip apart what he had been working for for so long. Enemies were enemies, they did not become friends after they murdered your own people, they did not become trusted after the war that had waged and the blood they had shed. Had they cowered and denied attacks, perhaps they would have proven themselves worthy of forgiving (if not just of weakness), but no; they had stood to the occasion and fought, it was a choice they had made and a choice they would eternally suffer.

Sendoa probably had no clue to the knowledge that scuttled within the folding of his burning brain, even through the forgetfulness of his ailments the whispers of chosen voices had filled his ears with a burning despise for her choices. She came to him, however late compared to the hastened arrival of a barely-familiar man and Sin. ?Neither of you will be required, take your leave,? calm he was, however blunt and encouraging; watching the male duo for only a few moments before he would turn back to his queen. She attempted to shelter him, to press her neck against his own, and he allowed it; but he did not seek to lean to her as he had all those times before.

?What have you created, Sendoa?? the words began to fray towards the end of his sentence, bottled emotions that were previously shielded by his lack of health; an anger shuddering beneath bars, so desperate to break free and yet somehow restrained by his lust for her. ?Why do you tear morals apart as if it is all you know to do? Do you care so little for your people, do you wish that Vixe?s death had of been in vain?? My, the boys name had not been brought up before, but to Isardis, the youth?s serving to him, his loyal death at the filthy paws of a Valhallan was unforgettable? as much as it was unforgivable. He had been shredded, mercilessly and heartlessly, and such a crime was never to be forgotten, for as long as the Valhalla remained intact. Plots already brewed of his return, however brief it may be. If Sendoa didn?t right it herself, there was no predicting the wrath that would do it for her.

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