KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He didn't feel anything of what she sent down the bond. It was all swallowed up by the yawning void that had opened up inside, where the last pieces of his heart had been. All he had left was emptiness, and that one insane, desperate purpose.
To find his sister. Bring her back. Fucking rip that dragon to pieces, who thought it could lay hand on his family and get away.
Kiada with her sad eyes and soft words was swept aside by a large arm, like she was nothing more than an annoyance. "Get out of my way." If she wouldn't help, fine, let her stay behind. This had nothing to do with her. She was an outsider, and Outlander and as far away from family as anyone could get. Let her cower inside the walls and do nothing. But damn, if she got in his way..!
Korbin's form shimmered as he shifted, the vast dark wings of the raven already beating by the time his form became clear again. A singular purpose drove him off in the direction the dragon had vanished, with no room left in his mind to spare for anything else. Or anyone else.
Everything that mattered to him had been stolen away by that dragon. Fuck anyone else; if they weren't Weaver, they did not matter.
To find his sister. Bring her back. Fucking rip that dragon to pieces, who thought it could lay hand on his family and get away.
Kiada with her sad eyes and soft words was swept aside by a large arm, like she was nothing more than an annoyance. "Get out of my way." If she wouldn't help, fine, let her stay behind. This had nothing to do with her. She was an outsider, and Outlander and as far away from family as anyone could get. Let her cower inside the walls and do nothing. But damn, if she got in his way..!
Korbin's form shimmered as he shifted, the vast dark wings of the raven already beating by the time his form became clear again. A singular purpose drove him off in the direction the dragon had vanished, with no room left in his mind to spare for anything else. Or anyone else.
Everything that mattered to him had been stolen away by that dragon. Fuck anyone else; if they weren't Weaver, they did not matter.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
