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[sup]© tikki[/sup]WHERE'S THE PRIDE WHEN WE NEEDED IT?
Byriath didn't dare step into the crowd, guilt washed over him -- staying behind due to mental conditions and this is what happens. His leader, his brother, lay dying while others worked to save his life. The Xenosmilus, face downcast in somber, stood away, watching silently. He admired Plexus' ability to work, and he'd have to thank Diego for bringing the Kingpin back. But for now, there was nothing to say, nothing to do. It had been the first time in all his immortal life that he felt useless.
No. Byriath, quiet and guilt-struck, approached and stood nearby, a shadow, a mountain over them. "What the hell happened?" He whispered, voice cracking from lack of use. As he fell silent yet again, he looked to Plexus, and tried to mentally tell him, 'Good Job, Plexus.' It was, by far, the least he could do. He didn't want Romulus to die -- obviously no one wanted that, but he didn't feel ready to step in as a peaceful leader, especially after this. Whoever did this would pay.
No. Byriath, quiet and guilt-struck, approached and stood nearby, a shadow, a mountain over them. "What the hell happened?" He whispered, voice cracking from lack of use. As he fell silent yet again, he looked to Plexus, and tried to mentally tell him, 'Good Job, Plexus.' It was, by far, the least he could do. He didn't want Romulus to die -- obviously no one wanted that, but he didn't feel ready to step in as a peaceful leader, especially after this. Whoever did this would pay.
BYRIATH-COALITION-FALLEN GOD OF VIOLENCE, CRUELTY, AND MALICE
THE WORLD THAT HARDENS AS THE HARSHER WINTER HOLDS --
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BYRIATH ATOKENSIS - XENOSMILUS - LONER - ATTACKS IN UNDERLINED ITALICS.