#protectoroflegends

〖The Red Dragon was no stranger to prying into the minds of others. Her pact-partner was her most frequent victim of such invasions. Yet his thoughts had been so sickening, even among other humans, that she had found herself leaving him be. For a time. Even a great beast such as herself fell victim to curiosity nigh-overwhelming. And that was caused by the human that stood before her, awkwardly gesturing. Was it a show of humiliation? Or...〗

Licking and Biting [meme] :: No Longer Accepting

【There should have been a feeling of relief that the Dragon hadn’t been present. He knew better, knew that she would know of this eventually. The thought was slightly embarrassing but at least she would not play audience. Perhaps it was mutual boredom that found the pair against the dilapidated ruin wall, much closer to one another than either intended. Or perhaps it was attraction that kept him close, not of her appearance but of her skill. The fallen prince appreciated those that could hold their own, make their marks and hit them more than those that presented themselves with the audacity of peacocks.

【It was with little caution or care that the arrows were ripped from their places. None removed from his body but from those of the corpses at his feet. It was an unusually small group in comparison to the swarms the Empire soldiers tended to form but it was satisfying all the same. Twice as much as this newfound ally had proven a marvelous advantage. Every mark she had made had stuck true and he took a sick pleasure in tearing out the loosed arrows in retrieval. The disrespect to the bodies was only second in his mind. The Red Dragon watched both humans rather carefully, the female more than her pact-partner. How peculiar it was to her that one had held better odds against such armored puppets without the strength of a pact. How the young woman had coordinated her efforts with the voiceless berserker was also intriguing. Certainly something to keep an eye on, given their previous discussion.〗 “Even you have been drawn in by his devil’s blessing...”〖she murmured.

【His desire to speak had surfaced from the observation. Lara was far from the first to bring up the subject of his little sister. Why did they all feel the need to comment upon her so? As far as he knew, whatever gazes Furiae had cast were the same as his; they had missed one another since her unfortunate affliction had forced her into isolation. Was it so startling that she would miss him and he miss her? Caim’s sights turned, his exasperation with the topic rather clear despite him nodding in agreement at the notion of them being close. The Goddess was... is family. The only one of his house he had left. At times in the past, Furiae was much like his shadow. He recalled being irritated with it yet never spoke such.

A hint of sadness flickered upon his face, brief and fleeting like the pyre’s windswept embers. Again had it been buried beneath his anger overwhelming. He hated thinking back upon the days when he was filled with childish dreams of bringing glory to the kingdom at his father’s side. The gentle warmth of the sun’s rays upon his body whilst he sparred with Inuart. All rendered to ash by the inferno brought by the Empire and the obsidian demon that devoured his parents... that smirked at him and his sister with glowing crimson eyes as it let them live... Scowling, Caim stood. A shake of the head, derision to the lost adventurer’s condolences. Upon the ground between them did he scrawl a message with his ever-present sword:】

DO NOT IMAGINE IT.