< Brother would be in that study, and our rage combined would be incandescent. So I needed to get a fucking lid on mine now. Or shit was going to go sideways real fuckin’ quick.
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I didn’t argue. Why would I? Wrath was right. I wanted every Brother in the know right the fuck now. Then I wanted the females on alert, and the trainees, and the doggen, and anyone else that might venture out into the world. Everyone needed to know about >
< follow the King to his study, I went to the front door. My hope that the night air would cool my rage was futile - it burned hot n’ bright. I took a smoke from my coat and lit up again as I took out my phone and sent out the call.
In a few minutes, every >
“Assuming you could even find my mother,” I replied bitterly, shaking my head as I gave in and took out a hand rolled.
Free of the med suite, I was also free of disinfectant and the obligation to not light up. The smoke curled around me as I inhaled half >
< reality and felt disgusted all over again, my stomach curdling as I lifted one shit kicker and stubbed out the blunt on the bottom of it. “Imagine if he took a Chosen. Put them in Dunhd for centuries, living and tormented and… creating dark things. They’d >
< were paltry and shit and after several lifetimes of studying languages they were the best I could offer. But they were true. I /was/ sorry. @ToTheGrahve
It was easier to be cold and analytical in moments like this. Like when a trainee kid spilled his guts that he’d spent months in Dunhd, and for what sin? Having a drink with the wrong fucker? It seemed so unfair. Not for the first time, and sure as fuck >
< the bandages over his eyes, and I just knew if he still had them, the warm brown would be stained with disbelief and confusion.
“It’s only been a couple weeks. To everyone here… you’ve only been gone a couple weeks. I’m sorry.”
And I was. The two words >