Strike Me Down, But Don't Strike My Heart
A small breath left him. Today he rose early, to clear his mind. He spoke with Nalyda, his beloved, yesterday about what all occurred. They made their promise, their plane of a second litter... now all that was left was for him to meet with the viking woman who had tried to claim his daughter. No, not tried. She had... but today... Kar was to meet with her. Attempt to set things right. The man would take a breath as he arrived upon the battlefield. There was no meeting place set, but this, this was the most likely place to reach the woman by howl. He would tilt his head back, his call ringing across the land for her. The viking. The one who stole his little girl.
Head would lower then, his lime green eyes shining with a sense of pain. If he lost... he could very well be claimed as well. If he won Mystic would be free... but... no matter what the outcome... he would try. He'd be damned if he wouldn't fight for what he believed, and he wouldn't stoop to the low levels of the viking sort. Siri give him strength, Siri aid him in every way, today this would have to end. "...and should I fail, great Siri, please keep her safe. Please watch over my daughter, and protect her heart, her soul, even if her body must succumb to the wishes of others." Kar would pray, his head dipped dowards his chest and eyes closed. He wasn't sure how long he would have to wait... but Kar knew one thing.
These matters were strictly business from here on out. |