Emberwood But we open our eyes 'cause we're told that we must

Awol only sniffed when the girl inserted her outbrust of compromised ideals, generously gifted by a wayward, deluded bastard who had succumed to rabies craze. What sweet nothings these two "lovers" had passionately exchanged under the radiant signs in the sky, then they were to be disregarded and forgotten. For no true lover could hurt and needlessly pursue the way Pygmalion did. He silently wished death to him, his eyes creased in frustration and misgivings.

The curses that slewed toward the small girl provided by Kukulkan, well, the paladin couldn't help but mentally chuff at his comments in passive agreement, minus the vile cussings layed on the young fae. A soft growl escaped him when Lolita reccomened they listen to the small minded propositions of a girl who could commit to the reality of the world they resided involuntarily in. He slowly calmed his ire before he speak cusses himself. Let her leave, let her rot with her brother, he hissed softly to himself.

If she ever returned, he would have to obligations to protect her as part of his pack. No, she was an outsider, and traitorous, nonsensical feminine fiend, light headed when it came to reality.

❝Kukulkan, please see to it she leaves the territory. This meeting is clearly over.❞