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Posted by slv. ALSHAIN; on November 11, 2008, 10:12 am slv. A L S H A I N
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TEN THOUSAND FISTS IN THE AIR
Alshain is a battle-master – he likes to fight, and he likes to break things, and he fails as a politician and a civilian in general. He watched the ongoings of Solira with a kind of detached helplessness – Ozymandias usurped the throne, that’s all Alshain knows. He doesn’t know who Pirate is, and he doesn’t know Datura, either, but he’s decided that she is a feeble slave to some idiotic piece of ancient rock (or whatever the flip shards are made of…) and he’ll probably kill her if given the chance.
There is one thing, however, that he does know.
Saphira leaves, and only then does Alshain abandon his absent perch by the seaside.
He hates Desreal. It reminds him of his own fall.
He can feel the electricity of the Nightmare here; still, he presses on. It would completely not surprise my mercury falcon if Kurai pulled something here, but he’s beyond caring. He’s not the General he once was – he isn’t half concentrated enough to be. He doesn’t care enough about Solira.
Everything good about it is gone, and he realizes that, since Notte left, the only thing keeping him there was Saphira.
“Saphira!’ he calls after her, the winds carrying his message to her.
He stands there, out-of-place without his majestic seascape backing him up, looking suddenly less like the belligerent and fearless leader and more displaced, more uncertain. “If you’re leaving Solira, I’m coming with you.” he takes a step closer to her, his dark eyes resolute. “It’s nothing like what it used to be, and it and I don’t stand for the same things anymore. Besides, I lost you once, and I’ll be damned if it’s gonna happen again.”
Well, there you have it. Saphira, you have yourself a tag-along falcon. He doesn’t do housework and he can’t cook, but he’s moderately attractive and can probably train his Twisterblade to slice vegetables.
I AM INDESTRUCTIBLE
AIR II || TWISTERBLADE
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