Snippet #1878443

"Your mother was very brave," Anez had uttered shakily.

The Orog felt a dissimilar sensation that he hadn't been aware of since he was younger. He wasn't sure what to make of it, it was so gentle and not bearing hostile intent. The warmth of Anez's fingers, each like a dimly lit sun upon the horizon of his chiseled face. A velvet breeze slowly spread across his stone hard facade. He was suddenly uneasy, feeling strangely vulnerable. Not in a physical sense, but somewhere in him produced images of fissures in a great fortified wall. Between the cracks, an illumination blossomed, making a part of him curious and full of wonder.

"But please, could you just ask me first? Pretend like I have a choice and just ask me." She begged, she pleaded with him. Then came the realization of what he had done, his mother never had a choice either...

Cain's eyes wince, just briefly as if afflicted by grievous injury. He stood and turned in one flowing motion. In a moment that would seem like forever, but in reality was mere seconds--those cracks dulled, they dimmed and he fell to his knees and leaned forwards, slamming both powerful fists and his forehead into the broken sediments beneath them. Rocks were pulverized, and dirt was swept outwards in an area surrounding him. This sudden out burst would be conjoined with a terribly hurtful grunt. It would seem as though he were being physically tortured as his body swayed back and forth, front to back in a rocking motion.

"I've broken my oath..." He muttered, painstakingly in a growl. "I've gone and clipped your wings when I intended to show you the world outside of you cage." He paused, grinding his forehead into the ground while his hands frequently squeezed and released. He slowly pushed himself back into a sitting position. " This was never supposed to be about force..." He continued. " I realized that, I needed a Silvian. Because I will tire and wear out. Orogs, they don't live as long..." He swallowed, further explaining. " They also carry a much stronger mental capacity. The child would be able to command the Orog race even better than I already do. It can also outlive me, so it can find the missing piece...the part that can make us whole again. " Cain looked at his hands as if he had done something atrocious even to him.

"Maybe I deserve to be down here in the muck and grime...I'm not better than the beasts that I command."