Anodyne Sea

She begged of him to stop, and he curled back his lips, agitated. She did not understand. She could not, and she likely never will; she had not seen the face of the Goddess when he unleashed all of his fury upon her and her faction. She had not witnessed how, against all odds, she survived his onslaught. She had not seen the sparse dreams that came to him afterwards, telling of her fate and his, and how they were entwined; how she spoke to him of divinity and purpose. This was a task meant for the dragon. It was one of loyalty and determination. It would prove him. He would not fall to her wiles, and he wondered, briefly, if she existed to throw him off of his path.

What destruction did he leave behind when he had charged away from the blessed tree, abandoning the broken monk and his packmates? The Vale had fallen to a few sparse numbers, at least, for those who had survived. He did not know who else remained beneath the snows, but surely even the fact that their packmates were missing added to the chaos. He had stripped the monk of his title and wore it for himself, did that give him the right to abandon them? Raheerah snarled to himself. No. They couldn't understand, but at the least they must know. And he could not lead them alone, either. "Thhee diiireectioon iiiisss to seeaarch for thoose looosssst." His voice hardened in its thunderous roiling, turning his single eye to his wife.

He then rose to his paws and lurched towards her, snorting heavily. "Yooouu giive theemm thiis diirectiooon." The dragon rumbled, coming to a halt directly in front of her. "Iii caan noot eeend my seearch. Leeaad theemm iin myy abseennce." His lips had tugged down into what seemed a perpetual frown burned into his visage. The beast had waged an internal war upon himself, constantly torn between punishing the woman for intruding on his holy responsibility - to find Lham - and at long last exercising the diplomatic burden he had taken unto himself. "Iit isss onlyy yoour riiiight." He added after a moment, stifling his anger. He had opted for the second choice, at least for now; rather than unleash his rage upon her for her lack of understanding, Raheerah wanted her to go back and lead them, leaving him to his duty. It would be best that way.