START A RIOT / mass raid + takeover

[raziel]

[align=left]Raziel Ó Faoláin —

A spark of hope lived in Gael's words, if only for a moment.  Despite his haunted past, filled with regrets and losses, Raziel remained optimistic for the best.  The best, especially, in others -- Gael was still family to him after all.  Had they not grown up together?  Had they not laughed and lived beside each other?  Even when the world came crashing around them, war brought to their home, had they not stood together?

For a time, they had, but Raziel saw that time slipping away.  He had seen it long ago, right after his parents' deaths.  Still, he chose to simply hope.

In vain, he found for the moment, seeing the distance and anger in his cousin's eyes.  That hardly meant he would refrain from trying in the future.  Even when he found his own eyes widening, shocked by the sudden attack.  The air tore free from his lungs.  For a moment the faerie heaved, unable to breathe properly.

Hardly a king feeling bound to traditional values, Raziel hardly considered the weight of Gael's decision -- another fae striking the royal head.  He only strengthened his resolve to reach his cousin somehow.  He's scared.  For Aine.  The wolf understood that fear, as a father himself.

Even as he tried to rediscover air, he saw the smaller fox move away.  Drawn by the sight of a friend in peril, the child opted against staying close to Gael.  Oh dear.  "Gael," he heaved out desperately, "Aine!"

Attacking: no one
Stamina: 75%
Health: recently had the wind knocked out of him; regaining normal breathing.

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