03-10-2021, 11:46 AM
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[sup]© tikki[/sup]SOMEONE TO HEAR YOUR PRAYERS, SOMEONE WHO [color=#e600e6]CARES
The thaw had done many things to the land - and the people whom called the land home. Byriath had felt his heart quicken oddly, breath hitched as old memories came to life, warm his chest with the reminder of love he once had, leaving his chest ever colder when it faded. A hearty, furied growl left him and he threw a bone toward the wall of his cave-home. It clattered against it and he sighed.
It was so long ago, when he was different and in a different form and had constantly took leadership of armies and waded in the blood of war when he met her. She had hated him at first, anger rivaling his own when she slapped him, taunted and spat in his face. It angered him but he had admiration for her. She was a simple woman, fair in looks but fiery in anger and fighting.
When he fought in the arena he saw her watching, cheering on his bloody crusade. It had blossomed from hate to respect to love. When she was torn from him, his war-rage could be heard from the deepest void to the hall of the creator, the ground breaking before him and shredding canyons. Only the destroyer could rationalize him and calm him.
Byriath huffed, pressing a paw against his head. "Harena, why do you plague me." he lifted his lips up in a snarl. But it never surfaced and he pushed his way out his house, moving with haste to the hunting grounds. Love, why do you seek me? I am gone. He whirled around, the gentle tone only heard by him and his war-fire within shrank. "Harena, I.." He silenced himself, knowing he could not speak what he wished. She was not here, she could not see him, could not hear him.
It was so long ago, when he was different and in a different form and had constantly took leadership of armies and waded in the blood of war when he met her. She had hated him at first, anger rivaling his own when she slapped him, taunted and spat in his face. It angered him but he had admiration for her. She was a simple woman, fair in looks but fiery in anger and fighting.
When he fought in the arena he saw her watching, cheering on his bloody crusade. It had blossomed from hate to respect to love. When she was torn from him, his war-rage could be heard from the deepest void to the hall of the creator, the ground breaking before him and shredding canyons. Only the destroyer could rationalize him and calm him.
Byriath huffed, pressing a paw against his head. "Harena, why do you plague me." he lifted his lips up in a snarl. But it never surfaced and he pushed his way out his house, moving with haste to the hunting grounds. Love, why do you seek me? I am gone. He whirled around, the gentle tone only heard by him and his war-fire within shrank. "Harena, I.." He silenced himself, knowing he could not speak what he wished. She was not here, she could not see him, could not hear him.
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.