Snippet #2389616

Oreron

Oreron's head lowered a bit at the memory. His anger and hate was great and at that point his sence of trust was nearly completely gone. He was bearly able to keep his own hatered under control. Any other neco would have cheered me own to kill you." He said, his raspy voice a bit hushed. "But I have no ill will against your kind. My time with my mate taught me kindness and compassion again. The thought of my daughter being alive keeps me from killing mindlessly anymore."

He tied the string around the neck of the filled bottle and cracked his neck some. The crack seemed to activated something in the armor by the sound of a sight ping sounded through the air. Soon the armor seemed to fold off and onto his back revealing a large male with the muculature of a man who have fought all of his life. He wore a tunic of high quality, seemingly untouched by the outside world until now and black pants with shoes that looked more like paws on his feet. His mouth was covered by a peice of cloth, but it didn't seem to hinder his speech.

"People have a change of heart in responce to their situation in my opinion." He shook his head, flipping long and messy black hair from out of his face. "You do not deserve death nor did you deserve the treatment you got from me back then and I apologize for that. From what I can gather from aleph." He paused for a moment and stood from his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I beleive he thinks that you are no longer alive. After I left you two on my search of Osanal, something must of happened to you two. "

Oreron sighed, the name of his daughter feeling a bit foreign to say at this time. He stood with the bottle and looked out the door, seemingly looking for where his drunken aquantance had gone. "If you don't mind my curiousity. But did you two have something more than just a partnership. Did he also not realize what you really were?"

(I'M BACK BABY! HAIL TO AATROX! : D ))