atonement - open; returning jor

[JORMUNGAND Di ANGELO]

JORMUNGAND

male — the Pitt — bio — pinterest board

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]

OC TEXT


IC TEXT | IC opinions only

By God that had hurt. Even the strongest of warriors couldn't hold back the shouts, the screams of pain as fire  and fury tore and danced in his chest, leaving a mark. Wasn't a bad one either, looked kind of cool. Then she came, came at him full force, not even giving him a fighting chance. A clean blow to the head, muzzle hits the dirt and everything went black.

First thing that hit him was the familiar smell. Familiar voice. His blood on the floor, his  child-his children. Icy optics opened a crack as he felt a paw touch his gently, a concerned voice reaching his ears. Hydrostatic . His  child was calling his name. He heard Asmodeus' voice, then Dante's, then that of Elsweyr and Gael. Asmodeus called for revenge. Gael stopped him, Asmodeus apologised. Jormungand let something like a frown settle on his features before lying there a bit more, bleeding from multiple wounds and regaining strength. Eyes fully opened, he scanned the scene. Offered a crooked smile, a gaping hole still in his chest. "I'm back."
Something casual lingered in his tone, beneath teasing words. Those scars had changed him, opened something in him.

#psychosocial.