there's no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn

Haku Soul · 01-09-2010, 09:18 PM

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They were all so young, lurking behind the scenes in their search for meaning. Haku could give this to them; give them purpose and he guessed also a certain illusion of worth. He needed strong hearts and bodies equipped with fangs and claws. Fresh lived held little strength – the illusions were many amongst the youngsters, but he could only find hollow loath for them. He saw the eyes widen as his form was taken in and judged. He imagined the youngster’s heart pace pick up and revelled at the mental image of the increased bloodstream. It seemed harder for the large secui to focus these latest weeks. He always found his eyes’ focus to flicker unstably like an old, slowly dying television. His thought found crimson and darkness everywhere, not just in the corners of his mind anymore. The light in his heart was becoming dangerously scarce and he was more dangerous and unstable than ever – this even without realizing it. He was the currently worst choice of a leader in ‘Souls, but at the same time there had been no choices for Dahlia’s members. Cercelee had fled and left them to die in his hands, and she knew this so well. He hoped the knowledge would burn a hole in her soul.

He saw the boy’s body give into the submission and he was pleased to see that his brain functioned well enough to discover a superior immediately in sight. The light yet masculine voice replied with words the earthen coloured male wished to hear, though the only change in the Dahlian was eyes filling up with dark clouds. Yellowed teeth flashed again as his dark caramel ears swivelled back towards his skull. He seemed to consider this youngster sceptically as he slowly took half a circle around the boy, obviously sizing him up as the snow crunched so lovely under his oversized paws. ”Is that so?” His lips curled ever so slightly upwards in quiet mocking, for why would he need a lanky, little useful child in his pack? He had every reason to try to push up Dahlia’s numbers, but the young male in front of him did not know this. Nothing was better than to force some nerves into activity. Even though numbers were only to be wasted on Inferni, he did not wish cowards to give him an untrue number of sacrificial souls. ”Why would I want a child to join my pack when war is upon us?” Lips twisted in silent disgust, though it was clear that no final judgment of the boy had fallen yet.

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