02-27-2023, 10:33 PM
[table][tr][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][/tr][/table]
[sup]© tikki[/sup]WHERE'S THE PRIDE WHEN WE NEEDED IT?
The voice, unheard by all except him, who heard it clearly within his mind, made Byriath lower his gaze. His brother was back, too weak to move or speak. Ears flicked, head moving to one side as Saturn and Natasha arrived. "Romulus lives." Was all he could muster, voice low, soft. Glowing eyes looked at Romulus, hiding the pain within. "You gave us all a good scare." He tried to crack a smile, dry humor lacing his words.
'I am deeply sorry for not attending the meeting. No one knew what was going to happen.' He projected his thought to Romulus, hoping he got the message. He dared not speak aloud, for the blame and shame was too much to bear.
'I am deeply sorry for not attending the meeting. No one knew what was going to happen.' He projected his thought to Romulus, hoping he got the message. He dared not speak aloud, for the blame and shame was too much to bear.
BYRIATH-COALITION-FALLEN GOD OF VIOLENCE, CRUELTY, AND MALICE
THE WORLD THAT HARDENS AS THE HARSHER WINTER HOLDS --
[td]
BYRIATH ATOKENSIS - XENOSMILUS - LONER - ATTACKS IN UNDERLINED ITALICS.