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Posted by wraith on December 11, 2008, 1:58 am “What we need is hatred. There were a lot of things that Severus could have said – you disobeyed me, how dare you, I told you not to do that, you need to be punished, and what have you. In fact, I don’t doubt a lesser horse (one who enjoyed the sound of his or her voice more than the concept of efficiency) would have said them without a thought. But the Wraith does not – and never will – buy an extra foot of fabric so that his drapes might pool wastefully upon the floor. He is practical, and he is brief. Thus it was that, when Choke finally appeared through a gap in the trees, the white stallion said nothing. That’s right, nothing. Perhaps it is cruel to offer such a deliciously demonstrative build-up and then shatter all semblance of drama by refusing to follow through with at least a little taste of unbridled wrath. As it were, the constant waves of fury that radiated from the Wraith ebbed away to a quiet seething at the edge of Choke’s consciousness as he drew near, ever-present but bearable (though impossible to ignore). Severus scoured the black stallion’s thoughts with a narrowed but appraising eye, head tilted forward in an accusatory posture. Again, this is not where Severus is meant to reveal his well-guarded inner parent by scolding Choke like an errant child. He is ever a creature of opportunity, and (avoiding all comparison to MacGyver) does his best to construct an advantage in the most glaring disappointments. Of course, his tight-lipped frown didn’t indicate much promise in this situation. The atmosphere was oppressive: the world seemed to lean in on them as Severus crept closer, one lip twitching in a silent snarl. His voice came out between clenched teeth in a frigid hiss, barely more than a whisper. “You will put this right.” The compulsion manifested itself deep in the fibers of Choke’s mind, inescapable, absolute.
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From it, our ideas are born.”
- the wraith.
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