Let's Begin (YFIR)
07-07-2015, 11:33 PM
Vereux had been trying his best to fit in here, to no avail had that happened. However the man was convinced he didn't fit in anywhere. As he approached to the meeting, his face pulled back into a sneer, he was going to grow to be a bitter old man he could tell already. A mere three years of age and he had yet to figure out what he was supposed to be doing with these paws that he walked upon. Though, he was held by the very vows that plagued themselves into his blood. He had destroyed his every chance at leaving under obligation of the stars.
His self torture would continue though. Standing silently to the side line he would watch two others arrive. Only greeting katja by a small dip of his head. The man was sick and tired, he wanted to know what he was going to do. Distract himself in the moments of war and pain that would be ahead of him. To taste blood and to give it, perhaps only then would the gods if they were out there grant him something of return for his dues.
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