Post by Phury Aghony Midnight on Apr 23, 2012 18:45:23 GMT -5
They had saved his brothers. Never alone in his trials nor his triumphs, he had to remember that the cross of good and evil was never his alone to bear.
~Of Course not, I'm the wickedly wicked wonderland of delightful wickedness that will always be with ya~
He almost threw himself up and off the bed as that annoying voice came pounding through his mind. He thought he had ridded himself of all that. When he failed to stay fallen and become the strong warrior that he was again. "Is that how you see yourself? How about you keep the song and dance of I don't care to yourself and leave me. NOW!"
~So fiesty, I knew I liked ya. Such a wanker ya can be~
Spinning his phone around in the palm of his hand, he closed his eyes and let out a growl. It wasn't a simple return of his family in any accord, the text that he kept looking at was testament to that. Layla! She had broke a sworn oath and reprimand was needed. Pushing himself back up off his back, his hand lifting to the bridge of his nose. Wasn't always that simple. He looked upon the Chosen as his own children. Either way, he would upset his shellan or more than upset the Chosen.
"Damn it!"
Truly he hardly lost his composure yet his duty was to the safety of his family in all manners as is the protection of his race. Knowing all of this, now nor ever was the time for that wretched bastard, either the ones whom had it in their head to take the brotherhood and King down or the British one in his head. Time was of the essence and with this matter he would hold no patience any longer.
~Of Course not, I'm the wickedly wicked wonderland of delightful wickedness that will always be with ya~
He almost threw himself up and off the bed as that annoying voice came pounding through his mind. He thought he had ridded himself of all that. When he failed to stay fallen and become the strong warrior that he was again. "Is that how you see yourself? How about you keep the song and dance of I don't care to yourself and leave me. NOW!"
~So fiesty, I knew I liked ya. Such a wanker ya can be~
Spinning his phone around in the palm of his hand, he closed his eyes and let out a growl. It wasn't a simple return of his family in any accord, the text that he kept looking at was testament to that. Layla! She had broke a sworn oath and reprimand was needed. Pushing himself back up off his back, his hand lifting to the bridge of his nose. Wasn't always that simple. He looked upon the Chosen as his own children. Either way, he would upset his shellan or more than upset the Chosen.
"Damn it!"
Truly he hardly lost his composure yet his duty was to the safety of his family in all manners as is the protection of his race. Knowing all of this, now nor ever was the time for that wretched bastard, either the ones whom had it in their head to take the brotherhood and King down or the British one in his head. Time was of the essence and with this matter he would hold no patience any longer.
