The Portal
08-02-2018, 01:18 AM
So the gods aren’t just power-hungry, they’re also murderous. Great. Just what the world needs: omnipotent beings who get off on meddling in mortal affairs and are happy to spill blood when it suits them. A jolt of emotion shoots through Yves’ veins, something between rage and fear. For all his earlier stomping and fussing, he falls utterly still for Virga’s new explication. He squints at the Aurora Basin’s General, wishing he was naïve enough to disbelieve him; that probing him in an attempt to expose the holes in his story would be anything other than a profound waste of time. But Yves knows the ebony stallion speaks the truth. It all makes sense. It fits.
Plant boy, what are you getting yourself into here?
Revenge is a funny thing. It’s empty calories, and yet it’s so universally craved – truly the high fructose corn syrup of motivators. Killing doesn’t sound particularly satisfying to Yves, but the chance to grill whoever was responsible and understand why shit went down the way it did… that was a much more tantalizing option. Oh, Virga could totally still kill him afterwards – Yves doesn’t give a damn about what ends up happening to the bastard. He just wants to get his questions answered first, and partnering with Virga – resolute, angry, determined Virga – certainly seems like his best chance at figuring this out. Helping him seems more appealing than spending any more time in this trippy cold neon forest, anyways.
“I would like to help you,” Yves declares, finally breaking the sudden stillness that had overcome him. He tosses his head, flipping his heavy forelock out of the way of his eyes and locking his gaze steadily on Virga. “Get me out of here and I can get to work.”
Plant boy, what are you getting yourself into here?
Revenge is a funny thing. It’s empty calories, and yet it’s so universally craved – truly the high fructose corn syrup of motivators. Killing doesn’t sound particularly satisfying to Yves, but the chance to grill whoever was responsible and understand why shit went down the way it did… that was a much more tantalizing option. Oh, Virga could totally still kill him afterwards – Yves doesn’t give a damn about what ends up happening to the bastard. He just wants to get his questions answered first, and partnering with Virga – resolute, angry, determined Virga – certainly seems like his best chance at figuring this out. Helping him seems more appealing than spending any more time in this trippy cold neon forest, anyways.
“I would like to help you,” Yves declares, finally breaking the sudden stillness that had overcome him. He tosses his head, flipping his heavy forelock out of the way of his eyes and locking his gaze steadily on Virga. “Get me out of here and I can get to work.”
And the bones of small contention are the only food the hungry find.
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