Breathe Again

Though Armada’s still wore a proud badge of reputation ( screaming power, battle-fury and genetic wealth ) few had done little to earn the silks nor the brag. Many, appalled by the reality their father and his followers, refused to bathe beneath a grandeur gifted only by birth and taint of blood. Alas, veins are of little interest to the insipid divinity, however the slums that tower now are perhaps more of an ample attraction, “Unlikely. Those that argue to rule the North seem to be no more than faceless claims of authority – still they lack the muscle to sustain their declarations and the intellect to welcome warfare.” There is a birthed potential of brutality that shudders beneath a chilled core; though undoubtedly an expression reserved for either the deserving or the related.  He is unsure whether Kyarst is aware of their father’s departurue, but finds no interest in speaking of such unless it is asked. “I cannot help but question if you seek The Polar Sound; I still unearth the vivid memories of your feathered friend that resides there.” Atlas, no?