KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Ah, but that was just the thing, Korbin did mind. He had spent his childhood wrestling against the demand on him to learn to fight, first from his parents, then his siblings. If ever he began to enjoy the control it gave him over his own body, it was quickly destroyed as soon as he was pitted against an opponent. Pain wasn't something he enjoyed, neither to feel or inflict on others, and that dislike only grew with the passing years.
As for not wanting to fight in his raven form? There were reasons for that too, but he was definitely not in the mood to explain it.
He tried to shut the voice out, to ignore the questions; he didn't want to discuss it with this stranger, especially not like this. But Loren kept pushing, and every new thought sent his way only made the seething inside grow worse. The touch of a mind against his made everything in him recoil, so intense that it caused a physical reaction.
"I said stop!" he all but snarled, and stopped abruptly, the spear held tight in a gloved hand. "You're not invited, so stay the fuck out! What I do and why is none of your gods damned business!"
As for not wanting to fight in his raven form? There were reasons for that too, but he was definitely not in the mood to explain it.
He tried to shut the voice out, to ignore the questions; he didn't want to discuss it with this stranger, especially not like this. But Loren kept pushing, and every new thought sent his way only made the seething inside grow worse. The touch of a mind against his made everything in him recoil, so intense that it caused a physical reaction.
"I said stop!" he all but snarled, and stopped abruptly, the spear held tight in a gloved hand. "You're not invited, so stay the fuck out! What I do and why is none of your gods damned business!"
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
