04-28-2011, 10:38 PM
With a grunt the man dismounted the horse shortly after he spoke to the young male. His form showed more time worn ware then before, taking him longer to raise back up from the lofty height his horse stood at. No smile crossed his lips, just a stern look, watching the swirl of emotions run across Sauls face. Saluce was no happy with him, seemed he didn’t teach him very well when he was in his care. The behemoth took the screamed words at him in stride, waiting for him to calm down.
Practiced eyes saw the act before he even moved. And as soon as the shot was offered Saluce’s head ducked out of the way to the right while his left arm raised up lightning fast to grab the offending fist. One phrase described the man’s face, displeased, let down, or disappointed but it didn’t matter, it was quickly replaced with anger across his scarred brow. After all it had only been Conor and Bris to come to his aid that day, Nayru had had her own issues but Saul had been nowhere around. Saluce had worked like a madman during those days behind the scenes clearing limbs, offering his home to the displaced, and his reward was a shattered skull and a lost memory. All this pissy, depressed atmosphere around Dahlia had to change and change quickly or else he’d start beating it out of everyone. Nayru, Saul and everyone else had learned how to survive because of Conor, himself and the others that had eventually left.
“CALM YOURSELF BEFORE I DO IT FOR YOU” he growled at him, one of the few times he’d ever raised his normally very soft spoken and light voice. He gave little thought as to Sauls position within the pack nor did he care, if Saul wanted his respect, for the position he had attained then he should show more damn maturity.
Practiced eyes saw the act before he even moved. And as soon as the shot was offered Saluce’s head ducked out of the way to the right while his left arm raised up lightning fast to grab the offending fist. One phrase described the man’s face, displeased, let down, or disappointed but it didn’t matter, it was quickly replaced with anger across his scarred brow. After all it had only been Conor and Bris to come to his aid that day, Nayru had had her own issues but Saul had been nowhere around. Saluce had worked like a madman during those days behind the scenes clearing limbs, offering his home to the displaced, and his reward was a shattered skull and a lost memory. All this pissy, depressed atmosphere around Dahlia had to change and change quickly or else he’d start beating it out of everyone. Nayru, Saul and everyone else had learned how to survive because of Conor, himself and the others that had eventually left.
“CALM YOURSELF BEFORE I DO IT FOR YOU” he growled at him, one of the few times he’d ever raised his normally very soft spoken and light voice. He gave little thought as to Sauls position within the pack nor did he care, if Saul wanted his respect, for the position he had attained then he should show more damn maturity.