04-21-2008, 09:20 PM
[html]His eyes dropped upon the seated figure of Jesile and, for a moment, he was almost compelled to shove the other youth off his little perch. He grabbed the urge on cusp of its manifestation and tossed it to the ground, reminding himself that it was important that he remain in contact with at least one person who could learn more about the clan and its upkeep. He, of course, couldn't do it himself anymore. Having been banished, he was almost completely at a loss for updates, and they were required if he was to take down Gabriel.
The clan doesn't want one like me, he assured the other, his voice surprisingly level despite the gnawing desire to harm that sat in his gut. He sat down cross-legged across from Jesile, cold eyes fixed upon the former Inferni member, with his tail draped almost elegantly down behind him. And you haven't gone to meet them in the Waste. What gives?
Hell, he wasn't bad at the communication thing, despite his scheming, tricky ways.[/html]