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He could see it happening, like watching a fire rise up, up up.
He stood, hobbling towards them with shadows in his eyes.
He was no longer the Overseer. He could rely on respect from them though.
His guiding presence might be enough to slow things down. To prevent what was already happening.
Leigh sauntered up form the shadows, probably feeling the buzz of energy radiating in the frosty air.
Hurling insults at the other women.
He tilted eyes to her, observing. A show of teeth; a warning. He may not be Overseer, but he was still her dominant as a Blade.
Then, before he could shove his nose in and pull Whrist and Nyra away, the darkness swamped over the newcomer with a scream of rage. Kynareth giving orders and stepping in to break up the fight.
He quickened his pace, still hobbling.
And planted himself right beside Simmik.
He could be taken as a guard to stop her running. Or to stop her, too, from becoming dog-meat. Well, if she wasn't already with Kynareth.
She may have power over his feelings, but there was no explanation for the dark magic that made Simmik want to stay.
He watched the fight, watched Ego (though fleetingly) and tilted his gaze to the females Nyra and Leigh. Any trouble and he wouldn't be stoped from preventing a fight despite Nyra's rank.
He stood, hobbling towards them with shadows in his eyes.
He was no longer the Overseer. He could rely on respect from them though.
His guiding presence might be enough to slow things down. To prevent what was already happening.
Leigh sauntered up form the shadows, probably feeling the buzz of energy radiating in the frosty air.
Hurling insults at the other women.
He tilted eyes to her, observing. A show of teeth; a warning. He may not be Overseer, but he was still her dominant as a Blade.
Then, before he could shove his nose in and pull Whrist and Nyra away, the darkness swamped over the newcomer with a scream of rage. Kynareth giving orders and stepping in to break up the fight.
He quickened his pace, still hobbling.
And planted himself right beside Simmik.
He could be taken as a guard to stop her running. Or to stop her, too, from becoming dog-meat. Well, if she wasn't already with Kynareth.
She may have power over his feelings, but there was no explanation for the dark magic that made Simmik want to stay.
He watched the fight, watched Ego (though fleetingly) and tilted his gaze to the females Nyra and Leigh. Any trouble and he wouldn't be stoped from preventing a fight despite Nyra's rank.
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