There Is A Silver Lining

*Isardis* · 05-06-2014, 04:55 PM

Sendoa had begun to rip them apart; and though Isardis still fought to find the energy within his brittle heart to forgive her mistakes, a seething hatred for her lack of perception would forever simmer within his blood stream and tear beneath his skin. The boy that wandered so close to his boarders was not what had alerted the revitalised albino; but instead the movement that strode from within his borders. It had been poorly of him pull the two boys from their mother, and not pay them even a moment of his time; though it was warrented by his lack of health, had the infection not drowned his body into fits of rocking ailments perhaps he would have tried somewhat harder. Either way, he understand the duo would never grow to call Glaciem home.

He was well aware that the event was likely fuelled by Sendoa, it seemed she enjoyed purposely encouraging harm upon others; or at least upon those who wished to worm beneath his own wrath at the cause of her poor decisions. And so, however silently Isardis would trot as a muted ghost; leaving the walls of his territory to trace his way towards the sickening cologne of the unwelcomed Valhallan. He had grown bored, and the power that surged his health-infused veins was far from ignorable. He would save the full extent of his rage for later, but perhaps now, a simple reminder of his presence would not go astray; from beneath the shield of a fallen tree, Isardis would emerge, seeking to appear by the right-hand side of the moving man.

?How quaint of you to stop by sir, but leaving so soon?? a tickle of pleasure rumbled his pipes, hackles bristling atop his spine as he attempted to move out before the Valhallan boy; as if striving to prevent his movement. Paws began to spread atop the soil, claws seeking to be encumbered by its retained warmth. His stance took on the form of aggression, however he would not attack; no, it would boost his pride just as much if the boy fled from his presence like a lamb avoiding the jaws of a hungry fox. Either way, the boy who was already somewhat familiar would be remembered even more so; and revenge would soon find its way to him one way or another. But what would he do now?

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