03-30-2011, 10:39 AM
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OOC> This is dated for March 28th, shortly after sunset. Any power playing was approved by both sides.
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He made his way back into the borders of Crecatori d’Arte. He was moving at an even pace. His trip out was not that eventful, which he was fine with. It was a breath of fresh air. It helped him clear his mind of the two things that seemed to plague him lately, Orin and Shawchert. If any thought of them were to float up in his mind he would think about them, for hours, regardless of how hard he fought. He mainly thought of Orin which in turn brought Shaw to his mind. They were two polar opposites to him, for one he found a great love for. Though this love was lost and not one that would be returned to him. Argul has developed his own world and reality around Orin and had tricked himself into thinking they could have been. The other he developed a deep seated hatred. Argul’s thoughts were not a stranger to sick and demented things, but how deep he felt this hate for Shaw was something new. It would be his mistake, his intense focus on one target would eventually catch up with him, but he was blind to this. The hatred created a fog over him, creating a sort of tunnel vision in his actions.
As he walked he listened to his foot falls lightly thump on the ground. He heard his leather armor creak. He loved how he wore this armor publicly and no one was the wiser. It was a slap in a face to all around him, for it was made of wolves’ hides. Wolves’ he had murdered before. But the bigger slap in the face was the new center piece to it. It had a hidden pouch on the inside with a little gift from Orion and her bookstore. But that was not what caused the sting, no, it was the fact it was made out of Shawchert’s son’s hide. Just like the leather bracer Shaw had so graciously accepted as a memorable piece.
He smiled to himself, lost in thought. He worked his way back, thinking up new grisly tasks to make Shaw’s life more miserable. He was not content with killing Shaw, not at this time. He wanted to make him suffer. He wanted to take his pride and to make the large wolf suddenly feel small. He wanted to break him…
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OOC> This is dated for March 28th, shortly after sunset. Any power playing was approved by both sides.
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He made his way back into the borders of Crecatori d’Arte. He was moving at an even pace. His trip out was not that eventful, which he was fine with. It was a breath of fresh air. It helped him clear his mind of the two things that seemed to plague him lately, Orin and Shawchert. If any thought of them were to float up in his mind he would think about them, for hours, regardless of how hard he fought. He mainly thought of Orin which in turn brought Shaw to his mind. They were two polar opposites to him, for one he found a great love for. Though this love was lost and not one that would be returned to him. Argul has developed his own world and reality around Orin and had tricked himself into thinking they could have been. The other he developed a deep seated hatred. Argul’s thoughts were not a stranger to sick and demented things, but how deep he felt this hate for Shaw was something new. It would be his mistake, his intense focus on one target would eventually catch up with him, but he was blind to this. The hatred created a fog over him, creating a sort of tunnel vision in his actions.
As he walked he listened to his foot falls lightly thump on the ground. He heard his leather armor creak. He loved how he wore this armor publicly and no one was the wiser. It was a slap in a face to all around him, for it was made of wolves’ hides. Wolves’ he had murdered before. But the bigger slap in the face was the new center piece to it. It had a hidden pouch on the inside with a little gift from Orion and her bookstore. But that was not what caused the sting, no, it was the fact it was made out of Shawchert’s son’s hide. Just like the leather bracer Shaw had so graciously accepted as a memorable piece.
He smiled to himself, lost in thought. He worked his way back, thinking up new grisly tasks to make Shaw’s life more miserable. He was not content with killing Shaw, not at this time. He wanted to make him suffer. He wanted to take his pride and to make the large wolf suddenly feel small. He wanted to break him…