Snippet #2397573

Oreron

Oreron sighed and pinched the bridge of his noise. The fact that Aleph would not listen even though it was staring him in the face was frustrating enough with out his own issues to deal with and face. "You are an idiot Banton and your namesake does not suit you." He said, his deep and raspy voice now sounding as annoyed as he would have been with moronic soldiers in he past.

"You may not know this, so let me explain." The feral male took a deep breath to calm himself. "Do you have any idea what happens to anyone caught in any sort of attack at all. There are survivors, but there are also people that prey on said survivors. Have you ever taken the time to think of that at all? That there was a chance that she was dragged away for something worse than death and while you were having your pity party and drinking years off your life that she was somewhere being tortured and scared mentally?"

He was on the edge again. The edge of beating the man to a pulp like he did with his own soldiers in the past. His hand flexed to crook his claws in a way that looked like he was about to claw the man's face to shreds. However, the sound of someone dropping down behind them made him flinch somewhat. He turned his head behind to take a look at her.

'He speaks the truth Aleph. What's wrong? Are you ashamed of me now? I tried to come back for you but I got taken...and after that things got rough.'

Oreron sighed and moved out of the way so Aleph could see. "What say you Banton? A dead woman stands before you waiting for your excuses."