08-24-2020, 11:27 PM
GHAUL
And ye shall overthrow their altars, and break their pillars, and burn their groves with fire
It weighs heavily on his heart, to know Sochi came so near to death and now lies dormant in Hyaline. She gave him his first scars and he remembers her quite fondly for surviving his teeth just as her daughter had. But fate stops for no one and its siren’s call remains deafening in his ears. Ghaul must be certain that she awakens to a world that is deserving of someone as resilient as her and her brood.
Straia accepts his intrusion and he offers a nod of thanks as she begins to walk alongside him. He watches the outline of her face as she speaks and his lips peelback into a grin at her mention of how hushed the territory has become. Naturally, he agrees. Being shackled by his bargains and barricaded against has made him anxious. It should hardly come as a surprise that he had mauled whichever creatures he could find.
“Death cares little for Sochi; she will return stronger than before,” he says knowingly, the obvious swell of pride in his friend filling his voice. But there is little that can be done for her and so Straia’s attention shifts to Ghaul’s plans. He considers her quietly for a moment before he thinks of how best to word it all.
“I will burn them to the ground. The weak have become a burden on the strong, tying up resources they’ve no right to. They will face Pangea and the worthy will survive. The world will be reshaped in its proper form,” he explains. His smile is gone and his lips now form a stoic line across his face, punctuated with crooked teeth. As to what makes someone worthy, he does not elaborate further. He has always believed that strength was drawn from both might and cunning, never pretending to be the final judge of who lives and dies.
“Would you care to join us, Straia?”
Straia accepts his intrusion and he offers a nod of thanks as she begins to walk alongside him. He watches the outline of her face as she speaks and his lips peelback into a grin at her mention of how hushed the territory has become. Naturally, he agrees. Being shackled by his bargains and barricaded against has made him anxious. It should hardly come as a surprise that he had mauled whichever creatures he could find.
“Death cares little for Sochi; she will return stronger than before,” he says knowingly, the obvious swell of pride in his friend filling his voice. But there is little that can be done for her and so Straia’s attention shifts to Ghaul’s plans. He considers her quietly for a moment before he thinks of how best to word it all.
“I will burn them to the ground. The weak have become a burden on the strong, tying up resources they’ve no right to. They will face Pangea and the worthy will survive. The world will be reshaped in its proper form,” he explains. His smile is gone and his lips now form a stoic line across his face, punctuated with crooked teeth. As to what makes someone worthy, he does not elaborate further. He has always believed that strength was drawn from both might and cunning, never pretending to be the final judge of who lives and dies.
“Would you care to join us, Straia?”