09-19-2019, 11:37 PM
{maleficar}
My corrupt nature is empty of grace.The gods are, at best, bored children who simply observe the world like a play thing the majority of the time. They have their favorites but the choice is as fickle as the weather of a coastal city. He always preferred to keep quiet, shuffling the sidelines while he contented himself with simple tricks to pass the time. If Fate did not notice him lurking there then it would not thrust responsibility or any kind of cumbersome greatness upon him. His bright eyes begin to watch the leaves as they sway in the crisp breeze that tangles the long forelock of his wavy mane. But he does not disagree with her hopes. Everyone needs some nice thought to get them through the day.
He notices the pause in her words when she welcomes him then as a member of Tephra. Still, he only swivels an ear in her direction and says nothing to draw her back to this moment. Leliana is polite as can be and she resumes their conversation easily.
Maleficar doesn’t view himself as a warrior but he turns his head to look at her anyway. He is tall, built from stone and sculpted into the shape of a soldier, but his heart has always preferred peace instead. Maybe the world would be a better place with minds like his on a battlefield? The gardener’s words regarding the tense atmosphere between kingdoms causes him to furrow his brow in concern. Times of trouble always did summon him from his dreams, it seemed. Perhaps Fate had finally noticed him trying to avoid its gaze.
“I always try to help those in need. I think it’s the duty of the strong to protect the weak and the goals of the kind-hearted,” he says, his face growing serious for the first time now. “You’ve always fought with love in your heart. If anyone else asked, I would decline, but you remind me too much of my sisters to say no.”
Slowly, his smile finds its place back on his expression. He still hopes the three come together once again but she makes a good substitute for now.
He notices the pause in her words when she welcomes him then as a member of Tephra. Still, he only swivels an ear in her direction and says nothing to draw her back to this moment. Leliana is polite as can be and she resumes their conversation easily.
Maleficar doesn’t view himself as a warrior but he turns his head to look at her anyway. He is tall, built from stone and sculpted into the shape of a soldier, but his heart has always preferred peace instead. Maybe the world would be a better place with minds like his on a battlefield? The gardener’s words regarding the tense atmosphere between kingdoms causes him to furrow his brow in concern. Times of trouble always did summon him from his dreams, it seemed. Perhaps Fate had finally noticed him trying to avoid its gaze.
“I always try to help those in need. I think it’s the duty of the strong to protect the weak and the goals of the kind-hearted,” he says, his face growing serious for the first time now. “You’ve always fought with love in your heart. If anyone else asked, I would decline, but you remind me too much of my sisters to say no.”
Slowly, his smile finds its place back on his expression. He still hopes the three come together once again but she makes a good substitute for now.