10-01-2015, 02:33 AM
i'm going to burn this world down in her name with flame and terror
It is the way her voice breaks that causes a typically not felt set of emotions to rise up inside of him. It was almost a mixture of sadness, grief and worry. Pity though. Now Pity was left out. Simply because he knew Cress well enough to know that even at a time like this she wouldn't appreciate him pitying her. The jaguar king keeps his gaze locked with hers and before he can say anything he notices the flames that roll between her lips and a brow raises in curiosity.
Was there actually a god out there that was cruel enough to gift those he was given or gifted to torture and do with how he pleased? It almost seemed like a cruel joke. But then again he had grown up to understand that there were those type of messed up souls out there. And that is why he is able to so easily believe her and not write it off as the ramblings of a broken spirit or mind. "A dark god..." He whispers the words, simply to himself too quietly for her to hear.
Rather than speaking up though, he chooses to stay quiet and allow her to continue, giving her enough time to explain what had happened to her. "I'm sorry Cress... I'm sorry for what you had to go through and it's something you shouldn't have had to experience. Nobody should for that matter." For a time he grows quiet, watching the fire that that travels smoothly between her lips, his own fire dancing in his eyes, filling the empty holes they had become due to the sacrifice he had made.
Funny how fire sources tended to react to one another. It was only when he tears his eyes away that he allows himself to respond to her next statement. "What what?" Confusion immediately etched across his features as his brow furrowed and ears twitched slightly. Pursing his lips slightly he looks down towards the ground, and then back towards Cress, confusion turning into genuine worry. "Cress, when did this happen? Because I don't negatively of you at all. I don't see you as a failure, or a killer. And I never would accuse you of either. That isn't the type of man I am."
His voice trails off as he chooses not to mention how her parents had not died when he was around. He had not seen their deaths. He had never spoken to her this way. And he wasn't quite sure how to convince her otherwise. All he could hope was that soon she could realize he didn't think of her the way she was made to believe. It is when a cruel laugh escapes her that he catches her gaze once more and shivers slightly. "Cress, I absolutely do not hate you." His voice becomes just a slight bit higher, more level.
"I have never hated you, or anyone. Hate gets you nowhere in life. Just deeper in holes you don't want to be in. I have believed in you and trusted you and liked you since I put you in lead of the peace caste, and nothing has changed since. Not then, not in the passing weeks, not now." He steps towards her slightly, his wings twitching slightly at his sides. "I wouldn't say otherwise. For you haven't given me any reason and I need you to believe me when I say that."
Was there actually a god out there that was cruel enough to gift those he was given or gifted to torture and do with how he pleased? It almost seemed like a cruel joke. But then again he had grown up to understand that there were those type of messed up souls out there. And that is why he is able to so easily believe her and not write it off as the ramblings of a broken spirit or mind. "A dark god..." He whispers the words, simply to himself too quietly for her to hear.
Rather than speaking up though, he chooses to stay quiet and allow her to continue, giving her enough time to explain what had happened to her. "I'm sorry Cress... I'm sorry for what you had to go through and it's something you shouldn't have had to experience. Nobody should for that matter." For a time he grows quiet, watching the fire that that travels smoothly between her lips, his own fire dancing in his eyes, filling the empty holes they had become due to the sacrifice he had made.
Funny how fire sources tended to react to one another. It was only when he tears his eyes away that he allows himself to respond to her next statement. "What what?" Confusion immediately etched across his features as his brow furrowed and ears twitched slightly. Pursing his lips slightly he looks down towards the ground, and then back towards Cress, confusion turning into genuine worry. "Cress, when did this happen? Because I don't negatively of you at all. I don't see you as a failure, or a killer. And I never would accuse you of either. That isn't the type of man I am."
His voice trails off as he chooses not to mention how her parents had not died when he was around. He had not seen their deaths. He had never spoken to her this way. And he wasn't quite sure how to convince her otherwise. All he could hope was that soon she could realize he didn't think of her the way she was made to believe. It is when a cruel laugh escapes her that he catches her gaze once more and shivers slightly. "Cress, I absolutely do not hate you." His voice becomes just a slight bit higher, more level.
"I have never hated you, or anyone. Hate gets you nowhere in life. Just deeper in holes you don't want to be in. I have believed in you and trusted you and liked you since I put you in lead of the peace caste, and nothing has changed since. Not then, not in the passing weeks, not now." He steps towards her slightly, his wings twitching slightly at his sides. "I wouldn't say otherwise. For you haven't given me any reason and I need you to believe me when I say that."
demian; the jaguar king