03-04-2009, 11:24 PM
BWEEEEEE! <3
It didn't take long for the scent to turn into something material, as a shadow ran towards him and revealed exactly what he had been trying to remember. That dark pelt, those deep, violet-tinged orbs so furiously burning into his soul. It screamed "Stormbringer", the Get of Fenris, the ones his kind had raged against in defense of their own beliefs, had worked to purge from this world for as long as memory served.
Still, Legion remained calm as the beautiful portrait of rage threatened him, ivory teeth gleaming amongst that glorious pelt of crimson-tinged black. "Well well, what have we found here?" he grinned, seating himself in front of her and ignoring her question in mockery of her. After all, it was said that as soon as one resorted to shouting, the battle was already won. He didn't know this particular Stormbringer, but didn't blame her for bearing resentment...his birthpack wasn't exactly kind in their dealings with Fenris' children. However, Legion, despite his natural animosity towards the Stormbringer line, had always been one to think about and question the validity of what he was taught. Being an avid reader had helped with that. But among his more feral traits was the desire for glory and acceptance, and ridding the world of another Stormbringer would certainly give him points, even if he was on one of his familiar ventures away from home.
"And since when have your people ever been able to order mine anywhere, hmmmn, Starlet?" He used the name in reference to the small patch of white adorning her chest. "Still jealous because Odin preferred our kin over yours? It isn't MY fault Fenris caused so much trouble." His lilting baritone and teasing manner were only going to light more fires, and he knew it. He wouldn't deny his love for chaos. And he hadn't exactly been truthful in his earlier remark to Soran. He was, indeed, a fairly good fighter, having been trained in the art since birth. However, Legion differed from his clanmates in that he preferred to rape the mind before the body, finding much more pleasure in ripping apart a soul from within than destroying the flesh without. There was no need for that mess, and he didn't exactly have a taste for it, either.
Still, it was the blood-tinged femme's move now, he would wait to see what she would do before moving his next piece.
It didn't take long for the scent to turn into something material, as a shadow ran towards him and revealed exactly what he had been trying to remember. That dark pelt, those deep, violet-tinged orbs so furiously burning into his soul. It screamed "Stormbringer", the Get of Fenris, the ones his kind had raged against in defense of their own beliefs, had worked to purge from this world for as long as memory served.
Still, Legion remained calm as the beautiful portrait of rage threatened him, ivory teeth gleaming amongst that glorious pelt of crimson-tinged black. "Well well, what have we found here?" he grinned, seating himself in front of her and ignoring her question in mockery of her. After all, it was said that as soon as one resorted to shouting, the battle was already won. He didn't know this particular Stormbringer, but didn't blame her for bearing resentment...his birthpack wasn't exactly kind in their dealings with Fenris' children. However, Legion, despite his natural animosity towards the Stormbringer line, had always been one to think about and question the validity of what he was taught. Being an avid reader had helped with that. But among his more feral traits was the desire for glory and acceptance, and ridding the world of another Stormbringer would certainly give him points, even if he was on one of his familiar ventures away from home.
"And since when have your people ever been able to order mine anywhere, hmmmn, Starlet?" He used the name in reference to the small patch of white adorning her chest. "Still jealous because Odin preferred our kin over yours? It isn't MY fault Fenris caused so much trouble." His lilting baritone and teasing manner were only going to light more fires, and he knew it. He wouldn't deny his love for chaos. And he hadn't exactly been truthful in his earlier remark to Soran. He was, indeed, a fairly good fighter, having been trained in the art since birth. However, Legion differed from his clanmates in that he preferred to rape the mind before the body, finding much more pleasure in ripping apart a soul from within than destroying the flesh without. There was no need for that mess, and he didn't exactly have a taste for it, either.
Still, it was the blood-tinged femme's move now, he would wait to see what she would do before moving his next piece.