loren
Loren felt an annoyed spike shoot through his mind at Jigano’s calm response. Well you might want to reconsider both of those things. For a brief moment, the summoner's wings pumped furiously as he subconsciously tried to put some distance between himself and the bard. Why? There was an almost despondent quality to the question.
However, the dark chill creeping through the Launceleyn's veins grew, beginning to ice over his heart. Well I don't. There was a cold anger in his mind. Do you know how hard it is for me to overcome a lifetime of instincts? Do you know how easy it would be to just be a Launceleyn in spirit, not just in name. Well, I was disowned, but you know what I mean.
He paused, considering it. I would make Zariah's reign look tame. There was a certain appeal to it, in some secret corner of his soul that he'd buried under fear and self-hatred and a burning desire not to become the monster he was so desperately afraid he was.
However, the dark chill creeping through the Launceleyn's veins grew, beginning to ice over his heart. Well I don't. There was a cold anger in his mind. Do you know how hard it is for me to overcome a lifetime of instincts? Do you know how easy it would be to just be a Launceleyn in spirit, not just in name. Well, I was disowned, but you know what I mean.
He paused, considering it. I would make Zariah's reign look tame. There was a certain appeal to it, in some secret corner of his soul that he'd buried under fear and self-hatred and a burning desire not to become the monster he was so desperately afraid he was.
Never judge a book by its cover.
