[ Respond | Solira: The Ocean ]
Posted by Voraer on November 30, 2008, 6:41 pm There is perhaps no greater sense of failure as the moment when your loss lands you in the home of the enemy. Every step a walk of shame, of defeat that echoes each moment you breathe the unfamiliar air. In battle respect is everything, pride a badge shining upon your chest, a champion’s belt wrapped across your waist. Voraer snarled in disgust at his failure, the rattle of his prisoner chains jingling with every heavy step. Crania remained held high, stance bold and muscles taut beneath his fire washed flesh. Despite the missing badge and forsaken belt, the crumbled respect; he would not show weakness of self-pity. Not here, not now, not ever. V O R A E R
67.161.190.109
There was one greater shame than being taken prisoner yourself, and that is losing one for your herd. At least Voraer’s folly did not plague Hypatia so greatly, his loss was rather insignificant in the politics of the realms, his name as yet unknown upon the lips and minds of most. Who was he? Voraer. Who’s that. Some fighter. Is he good? I don’t know. That was how it was now. Not for long, not for long…
The sting of salt was foul upon his nares as the red beast halted in the sea worn shores of Solira, pale eyes scanning the beaches. Rowan. The image of the victor, of his keeper burned hot in his mind. He would have her repay him for this one day. Teeth snapped, cords lashing across haunches as the sulking titan parked just past the boundary. Here will do.
u n c h a i n e d f u r y
Message Thread:
« Back to thread
Responses are not allowed!
Create your own free message board!