Joke was on Wessex and her "plans", because this wasn't Loren's home. Loren didn't have a home, or even a permanent place to stay, since the Palace exploded. For now, he was squatting in empty homes. At the moment, the guards had managed to corral him into this one.
Regardless, he liked it there by the fire. So when the door barged open he whirled, furs falling from him as he stood up (kind of: it was more like a controlled anti-fall). Astra bleated and retreated to the corner of the room.
Hands twisting into facsimiles of claws, he shrieked. "No! It's mine!" And then magic exploded out of him, boosted by the mageglass he kept on him at all times. Everything around him froze as he filled the air with needle sharp icicles that he sent wheeling through the air towards the front door and the living shadow that had broken it down.
Regardless, he liked it there by the fire. So when the door barged open he whirled, furs falling from him as he stood up (kind of: it was more like a controlled anti-fall). Astra bleated and retreated to the corner of the room.
Hands twisting into facsimiles of claws, he shrieked. "No! It's mine!" And then magic exploded out of him, boosted by the mageglass he kept on him at all times. Everything around him froze as he filled the air with needle sharp icicles that he sent wheeling through the air towards the front door and the living shadow that had broken it down.
THE FIREBRAND
Loren
