08-19-2018, 04:08 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]He had already seen multiple joiners a few times before in his life, often two lovers or friends or siblings unable to separate themselves from each other for more than a few hours. It was endearing, most of the time, but Des found he couldn't quite bring up the same emotions he had merely a few days ago... and what used to be some semblance of an easy grin was nothing but a grimace on his maw as he approached, eyeing both of them with no lack of distrust. It would prove to be nothing short of amusing once they told their story, however, as it was probably the first time he met two creatures stuck together even though both of them would have preferred to be somewhere far away from the other.
He understood honor, though, and the need to repay your debts. The feeling weighed down whatever semblance of a soul the canine had, paired with the guilt and the constant aching need to forget it at the same time. He didn't want to remember what he had done and who he had become, who he had killed to get where he was. These days, he wished it all away more than he ever did. There was an ache in his core that was something beyond simple sadness. It was a hunger that didn't seem to go away ever since his return from the dead, urging him back to who he had been before his self proclaimed 'change.'
Hah. He was an idiot for thinking he could escape his lineage.
There was no hint of the canine's usual easy going attitude as he approached, his glare cold enough to equal that of Aineias' once he settled just about a foot away from the strangers, and even farther away from child who happened to appear before him. The kid, although young, said all that there was to say. Nothing inside of him itched to speak as he used to, and the silence, although heavy upon his shoulder and charged with negative energy, did nothing but comfort him in ways his words couldn't.
He understood honor, though, and the need to repay your debts. The feeling weighed down whatever semblance of a soul the canine had, paired with the guilt and the constant aching need to forget it at the same time. He didn't want to remember what he had done and who he had become, who he had killed to get where he was. These days, he wished it all away more than he ever did. There was an ache in his core that was something beyond simple sadness. It was a hunger that didn't seem to go away ever since his return from the dead, urging him back to who he had been before his self proclaimed 'change.'
Hah. He was an idiot for thinking he could escape his lineage.
There was no hint of the canine's usual easy going attitude as he approached, his glare cold enough to equal that of Aineias' once he settled just about a foot away from the strangers, and even farther away from child who happened to appear before him. The kid, although young, said all that there was to say. Nothing inside of him itched to speak as he used to, and the silence, although heavy upon his shoulder and charged with negative energy, did nothing but comfort him in ways his words couldn't.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden