mirror of fate

*Lecter* · May 03, 2014, 12:35 PM

this post sucks and im srry ;__;

He did not speak for a long time, though he shifted in the warm current to hide the bristle that raced along his spine at Tenzin's announcement that he would not leave the Vale except through pain of death. The shaman wished to ask the monk about the possibility of removing Raheerah, but he knew that the peacefulness of the snowy beast would not allow for such a prospect. Tenzin knew well what Lecter asked beneath his words.

He listened with curiosity to the monk's explanation of the Vale's structure; it was a novelty to him, and he did not believe that there would be a place for wolves such as himself there. But perhaps that was the point. Stirring again in the warm water, lest he fall asleep, the madman smiled ruefully at Tenzin. I will go where my wife decides, he muttered with a wry twist to his lips. Where Jinx went, Lecter would follow.

I have seen the extent of Dawa's wounds, the shaman murmured, gazing past Tenzin, though his icewater eyes soon met the soft orbs of the monk presently. I do not know that she will walk again. And without her ability to move, to contribute to the new Vale, she would perish beneath the Dragon's reign. There would not be a place for her here, and thus not a place for Tenzin. He did not wish to pain the monk; rather he intended to make clear to the snowy beast that his options within the Vale were limited. He would be better off upon the Mount, though it would not be of his heart.

You are too good of heart to fall to that dog, the shaman said abruptly, teeth flashing with the snarl of hatred toward Raheerah, a hot emotion that would always burn within him, and now had intensified for the man that he felt might also be a companion one day.