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[sup]© tikki[/sup]ONLY SCARS REMAIN OF WHO I WAS!
The silence among the crowd was starting to irk Byriath. But, he supposed, he could understand why. Still, it irked him to the point he summoned his violet flames, the fires licking across his horns. He opened his mouth to speak when a painfully familiar body approached. And spoke.
The Vicar couls hardly believe it; part of him wanted to be happy, joyful about seeing his brother in arms up and about, but the knowledge that even he would not live forever was a painful knife. A hollow noise left him, and he parted his mane away from his face, allowing his wide eyed stare to meet Romulus.
"Romulus. I do not know whether to scold you or praise you for being up and walking about." he hushed, lowering his gaze and allowing his mane to fall into his face yet again.
The Vicar couls hardly believe it; part of him wanted to be happy, joyful about seeing his brother in arms up and about, but the knowledge that even he would not live forever was a painful knife. A hollow noise left him, and he parted his mane away from his face, allowing his wide eyed stare to meet Romulus.
"Romulus. I do not know whether to scold you or praise you for being up and walking about." he hushed, lowering his gaze and allowing his mane to fall into his face yet again.
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.