It's Time To Begin

*Isardis* · 06-27-2014, 07:18 PM

It was with only the most vicious of shudders that the albino would weave from the surrounding landscape of the battlefield, his spine rigid with a hatred for the coward who presented himself wholly out of weakness. After the wounded days of The Siege, Isardis had cried for the only man who had ever managed to defeat him, to face him again; and yet, the Coward would not come. Hidden away in all of his dismal, Isardis? challenge would go unanswered, as if the scar-faced beast shuddered somewhere in fear of the unknown. And yet here the failed leader stood, calling for an Armada daughter who had barely known her thrown for a few weeks, and already had it threatened to be ripped out from underneath her.

Muscles quaked in a fit of fume, saliva growing heavy against his tongue as the aging monster would fight his own desires to launch upon the man himself. Should the boy win, Isardis would prove only to harass him for the rest of his years, to fight to regain Glaciem as any creator would its own child. As he stood on all fours, rigid, ruby gaze would grow almost daring? eerie, pale lashes motionless atop wide eyes, not willing to blink; not willing to miss a single flinch of the fools motions. Every now and then a heavy inhalation would suggest the man were far too tense to breathe, too consumed by a powerless feeling he had never experienced before. Was there hope for a girl so juvenile within her youth, so inexperienced within her battles? Had he made a mistake in passing Glaciem on to a babe who had limited formal training? Oh the deepest of his love for Athena would plead with him, would plead for her to prove him wrong.

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