I Just Killed My Boyfriend

*Isardis* · 08-10-2014, 11:38 PM

And so the frenzied ghoul will march to his own deathbed as though it is his own true beginning; aging physique as pristine and unpolluted as the vigorous days of his youth. He is perhaps, twice the senior of the red fiend that wails for his demise, and yet still his bones and strong and his vigour more than adequate to defeat. Regardless, the crimson child may preach of waking history, but he does not hold experience in his favour; he is but the promising ruby tumbling unpolished about the drawers of its jeweller. Isardis is no stranger to shredding jugulars and suffocating windpipes, but tonight it is different; tonight he saunters with principle towards the one man who has proven he is not supernatural, the one fool who had managed to defeat him.

The Patriarch?s mind is light with the thought of Argent and his family as he comes to stand beneath a crystal moon; distant flashes of lightning casting eerie shadows about the forms of a gazing duo. If there was to be an enemy that truly earths his pride it would be Syrinx; and he gazes now upon the youth not in nauseating hatred but in sheer bliss. His lips flutter in weak satisfaction, joints swaying as he comes to terms with the fact Syrinx had accepted his terms of challenge all that time ago. This evening, one of them will die, and then it will remain in the palms of their families to decide future war and peace. Pale lashes slide fluently atop rosy gape, content in his silence as he only hopes that the world will gather to witness the clash of Alacritis? ultimate rivals. He does not charge, but he waits, stabilising his defences as his gaze becomes suddenly sharper; skull lower in a hushed encouragement for his opposition to initiate the beginning of the end.
Isardis vs Syrinx ? Round 0 of (3 or 4?)!

FOR DEATH

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