10-30-2007, 04:07 PM
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indentA long time ago, a gypsy had called out the darkness in his soul. She had spoken to it and asked for a name; it had laughed in her face and spoke of a promise she did not reveal to the man who would become her husband. Even as Ahren wore the beasts sigil on his chest, he did not recognize what this meant. It was just a sign he had found in the ruins of civilization, a sign that had meant nothing but drawn him like a moth to a flame.
indentJasper’s words brought a small smile to Ahren’s face. “You didn’t,” he said quietly, “I did.” It was Ahren, in his rage, who had struck his son. It was Ahren, in his rage, who had turned against his wife. Only later, after he came home with whiskey on his breath, had his sister-cousin flew at him in a fit of vehemence. She had struck him and cursed he should be born unto her family, then told him of what transpired. Only she and Draco had stood at the door of their great castle and watched Ahren begin his walk through purgatory. Even then, Ahren had known that Draco, following the pattern all his eldest children had done, hated him. It was a quiet knowledge he carried even now.
indentA long time ago, a gypsy had called out the darkness in his soul. She had spoken to it and asked for a name; it had laughed in her face and spoke of a promise she did not reveal to the man who would become her husband. Even as Ahren wore the beasts sigil on his chest, he did not recognize what this meant. It was just a sign he had found in the ruins of civilization, a sign that had meant nothing but drawn him like a moth to a flame.
indentJasper’s words brought a small smile to Ahren’s face. “You didn’t,” he said quietly, “I did.” It was Ahren, in his rage, who had struck his son. It was Ahren, in his rage, who had turned against his wife. Only later, after he came home with whiskey on his breath, had his sister-cousin flew at him in a fit of vehemence. She had struck him and cursed he should be born unto her family, then told him of what transpired. Only she and Draco had stood at the door of their great castle and watched Ahren begin his walk through purgatory. Even then, Ahren had known that Draco, following the pattern all his eldest children had done, hated him. It was a quiet knowledge he carried even now.