It was his nature to serve. While Larkspur’s size alone would have made him capable of controlling and dominating others, his being was one where subordination lived. No one had given him sway, not when he was a child, not when he was damned and cursed from birth. The gods had forgiven him for his loyalty. All faith was rewarded in time; it had been five years since his birth, and five long years had taught him harsh lessons. All gods, his, those of the Kimaris woman, those of strangers he did not know, they were cruel. They were hungry.
So he watched her impassively and saw that while she deigned to this fate, she did not accept it. It was not her choice. Then again, it never had been. The beastly thing that was larger than any wolf in this land, more bear, more feral beast of some ancient time long past, it watched her with those dense yet intelligent eyes and saw her crack. The can tah whispered, and it was with this voice that the Arbiter spoke, his words heavy and without doubt. There was one singular truth in the ways of the immortals.
“Burn it,” was all he said.
.larktext .lyrics {font-size:22px; font-weight:bold; font-family: 'Special Elite', arial, serif; letter-spacing:-1px; word-spacing:4px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center;}
.larktext .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-face:italic; font-size:10px; text-align:center;}
.larktext p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 1px; margin:0px;}
.larktext {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: times, sans-serif; font-size:14px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;}
.larktext .separator{width:100%px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;}
</style>[/html]