04-20-2019, 07:10 PM
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The eccentric red head passed Gavril a pleasant, friendly little grin, before the interaction with Catalyst progressed. The leader was no doubt concerned. Sheogorath kept his mouth shut, he had nothing to say, and nothing that added to the situation, so he maintained his silent atmosphere, leaning against his carved wooden cane, fingers gripping the bloodied, pale blue eye at it's peak. Finally, it seemed Catalyst had turned their attention to him. Sheogorath wasn't sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn't a thank you that he would have predicted coming from their mouth. Hmm. Maybe Catalyst wasn't a complete fool. Still a fool, though. After all, they had branded him and demoted him for a simple lie. Probably because Sheogorath had offended their little feelings.
[b]"Yer welcome." Sheogorath spoke simply, wrapping his free hand behind his back. It was a regal posture, and one a king would take on, with a straight, rigid back and a puffed out chest, the slightest hint of an upward tilt to the chin. It was a posture common for Sheogorath, and the one he was most often seen in, striding along like royalty, despite his rank.
Sheogorath observed Mo for a moment, but little more than that. He was reminded of why he had saved Catalyst from that assassin, well, asides from his own pride, of course. Sheogorath found himself curious, however, as to why Gavril didn't appear to know what exactly a worm was. Hmph. Did he not realize the depths at which Catalyst was willing to go to punish those that simply offend them? How...sheltered. Catalyst's explanation made the red head visibly frown. He wasn't a slave, nor a prisoner, and he had done no harm to the Badlands. At least not as a whole. Sheogorath had offended Catalyst, and nothing more.
"I'm not a traitor, though." The red head reminded with a roll of his shoulders. "At least that much is clear." And it was quite evident. He had saved Catalyst, and now he had saved Gavril. What more did the damned leader want from him? A fucking sacrifice in their name? Gross. The only name that should be sacrificed in is his own. Sheogorath, the madgod. Yes, that sounded nice. He'd take a sacrifice any day. Sheogorath hummed in pleasure at the thought as he watched Catalyst drag the living thug to his feet, locked in handcuffs. Did the leader just carry those around? Interesting.
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[justify]( two for mentions of violence, light blood )The eccentric red head passed Gavril a pleasant, friendly little grin, before the interaction with Catalyst progressed. The leader was no doubt concerned. Sheogorath kept his mouth shut, he had nothing to say, and nothing that added to the situation, so he maintained his silent atmosphere, leaning against his carved wooden cane, fingers gripping the bloodied, pale blue eye at it's peak. Finally, it seemed Catalyst had turned their attention to him. Sheogorath wasn't sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn't a thank you that he would have predicted coming from their mouth. Hmm. Maybe Catalyst wasn't a complete fool. Still a fool, though. After all, they had branded him and demoted him for a simple lie. Probably because Sheogorath had offended their little feelings.
[b]"Yer welcome." Sheogorath spoke simply, wrapping his free hand behind his back. It was a regal posture, and one a king would take on, with a straight, rigid back and a puffed out chest, the slightest hint of an upward tilt to the chin. It was a posture common for Sheogorath, and the one he was most often seen in, striding along like royalty, despite his rank.
Sheogorath observed Mo for a moment, but little more than that. He was reminded of why he had saved Catalyst from that assassin, well, asides from his own pride, of course. Sheogorath found himself curious, however, as to why Gavril didn't appear to know what exactly a worm was. Hmph. Did he not realize the depths at which Catalyst was willing to go to punish those that simply offend them? How...sheltered. Catalyst's explanation made the red head visibly frown. He wasn't a slave, nor a prisoner, and he had done no harm to the Badlands. At least not as a whole. Sheogorath had offended Catalyst, and nothing more.
"I'm not a traitor, though." The red head reminded with a roll of his shoulders. "At least that much is clear." And it was quite evident. He had saved Catalyst, and now he had saved Gavril. What more did the damned leader want from him? A fucking sacrifice in their name? Gross. The only name that should be sacrificed in is his own. Sheogorath, the madgod. Yes, that sounded nice. He'd take a sacrifice any day. Sheogorath hummed in pleasure at the thought as he watched Catalyst drag the living thug to his feet, locked in handcuffs. Did the leader just carry those around? Interesting.
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and i see fire, blood in the breeze
[sup]AND I HOPE THAT YOU'LL REMEMBER ME