even a god-king can bleed

*Charon* · 08-26-2014, 02:47 PM

The meeting would begin to dissipate slowly, but Charon still remained. His smile was totally believable as he looked at the russet pup, wagging his tail at the thought of combat training. And in all honesty, it didn't sound like such a bad idea. He needed to train if he was to go to war.

But then a problem emerged as the Patriarch called out to Nemesis, telling him to move. The ebony brute kept his mask in place as he spun about in shock, brow furrowing with worry as the leader confronted him. He backed down immediately as they came face to face, flinching at the snarl that rolled in his throat. Golden eyes would hesitantly flick upward, and he would wait there in silence as the Matriarch asked everyone to leave as soon as possible. Everyone but family, of course.

The two men did not move at all for a moment, where the leader stood tall and aggressive and his relative shrank back into his skin. It was a strange feeling, going against your instincts and your morals. All Charon wanted to do was leap forward and rip out the throat of this bastard before him. But he stayed where he was, massive figure bent and cowering as he stared up at the Patriarch. Then he would speak, letting his voice crack once or twice for good measure. "Have I done something wrong, my lord? Please accept my deepest apologies for whatever it is you condemn me for..." and the Olympus boy bowed even deeper as he redeemed himself.

He would rise a bit, but only enough as to look around at the relatives who remained. "I assume that you are judging my character based on my blood, are you not?" The behemoth spoke softly, a contradiction in itself. His eyes burned with the desire to be forgiven. And every bit of his show was flawless, there was no way of denying it. "My kind and gracious lord, I beg of you," Charon said. "Do not condemn me for the dark deeds my fathers have committed. For I am an entirely different man."

"SPEECH"

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