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“Nono. Speak your mind.”

"I am just saying, They make assumptions without taking much thought"

“I’m.. not sure I follow you.”

"Never mind Connor, you do not need to understand. I make sense only to myself."

Write a small drabble of András's final moments

The sunset would be the last thing the young Wolvan leader would ever see. His heart would beat towards this moment for the last time as the crimsion blood of his foes slowly caressed his cheeks. Deep down András knew this moment was going to make itself known soon enough and it seemed it did not disappoint. The Gods had wished he be taken from these lands only to meet a new one- In all honesty he was afraid, never had he thought of the doom and destruction that could await for him at his journeys end. Would he see his father and mother? Or would he have to endure his lifes most saddest moments such as re-watching his mother being taken away from him by the hardest flame?

The smoke from the fires rose up into the air blocking out the last faint rays of day. A deep breath was taken as he was beginning to find it difficult to breathe. The cries of war continued to ring through his ears and his eyes slowly began to cloud over. Looking down now he could barely see the blood coming from his chest but he certainly could feel it. A sharp, almost unbearable pain throbbing through out his body like a wildfire burning away at a forest but for some reason no matter how much it hurt he could not yell or scream. Something was stopping him from doing so even faint grunts were hard enough.

Slowly he felt his weight becoming heavier and began to topple over. His fingers began to dig into the ground as he gasped for the last breath in which his lungs would allow in, but he was beyond that of help and he knew it. Death was all that awaited him now and it was time he faced the one war in which he would probably cower in front of--The afterlife was a topic he spoke of often but never wished to see for it was the one thing he was afraid of.

[Excuse the poor writing, that was really bad >.<]

“… Why would they suggest /that/? And how are you so sure?”

"Some think different than others and some prefer other things. It's hope more than anything else in which controls them- Cloaks of the Gray are always like that--..I am not certain, but it is the only thing I could come up with"

In our territory now | | [Wolven/András]

wolven-kenway-blog

The vague sense of unease he had felt when first the man had set his forearm to his throat had not diminished. At the increase of pressure, he swallowed heavily and grunted; unease lingering upon the ragged edge of a swift descent into panic. He met the man’s eyes, grimacing as he refused to be cowed in such a manner.

“You are swift to determine that I mean you harm.” He ground out between clenched teeth.”I have not drawn my blade upon you. Though…I am tempted.”

He spared the arrival of those he had managed to leave behind an acknowledging glance and little more. The manner of their dress was familiar to him in part, their hoods wolfish in nature. Reminiscent of warriors from his village, of a garb he too was once destined to wear. Their low snarling was of little concern to him, the grating growl of the wolves was often heard from his own throat - if they thought to intimidate through sight and sound then they would need to try harder.

Attention shifting once more, he looked back to the man that had him pinned. Razaar? That was not a name familiar to him in the slightest. “I know of none by that name, nor was I sent. I wan-” He coughed, shoving hard against the offending forearm. “I am lost! Now let me be, or I will see to it that your last sight is the blood reddened snow beneath you!”

#[I'm sorry #this reply really sucked >.<]#wolvenkenway

The male was not threatened in the slightest by the strangers words. Many times had he heard the same thing and never had his opponent been able to deliver. András was one of the most skilled fighters in his clan, he had to be.

However, András wasn't as cruel and this argument was making him sound. Usually he was rather kind hearted and always looking out for others, though how could one look after others if they could not protect. The Wolvan leader had no ill will against this man, unless he was a Saltharian, but he needed to ensure of peoples safety. His clan would never make the mistake again of trusting outsiders, thus why they hunted and captured.

"Any man can draw a blade when he wishes, be it before or after he has been pinned" He finally spat back, dark blue hues continue to glare at the other being forever watchful, never making the mistake of trusting him for even a second "A skilled warrior knows that in what seems to be the safest side of battle, it still has the same potential as the rest of the field to kill" András was always quite poetic with his words even if he never meant to be. For some odd reason he always felt as though if something were to be said you might as well explain it compared to something else, making it easier for another to understand. It was probably something he picked up from his father however he wasn't entirely certain.

"Do not be so sure of yourself. You may be a skilled fighter however your rage will overtake you."

@complexpassion

#complexpassion #[IC gif war]

“And? What is it?”

"Think- Lower body region"

#[I had to use this gif for something xD]#[IC gif war]#complexpassion

@complexpassion

“Well I wouldn’t say it is that far from our realm of thinking. Just.. takes a bit of thinking. Although it was rather loud in saying that…”

#warriormohawk #[Haha xD]

"Perhaps you are right. Though my way of thinking isn't like everyone else's, I'm not the brightest of them all. Though I do have an idea of what they meant"

Shipping Dorian X Andras. I call it Dordras~

// Obviously it's going to be called Andorian xD

Finally, András had pulled a string from Dorian Gray that pulled out some kind of emotion. Though the comment of him being a pet also set him off. ”A pet? Be careful with your words maggot, for this pet isn’t as friendly and lovable as some may think. My bite is far worse then my bark and I have absolutely no problem with sending you to hell a little earlier than what was first intended”

“Is that so? And what has stopped you thus far, savoring the moment? Threats are useless for all are empty. If one truly means to threaten another they would not stand idly by and use mere words to make their enemies shiver. Pathetic really.”

#complexpassion #[Yep. Just this whole thread of emotion~]

"Giving a man warning is the honorable thing to do. The aspect of a surprise attack has long been lost now so there is no point in suddenly making a move. It also proves ones ability to be able to fight and defend. It would be cowardly of me if I did not give you notice" He attempted at defending himself, even though he knew Dorian's words were more or less true.

“Well aren’t you poetic. There is something you must learn for I doubt a barbarian such as yourself would understand had I put it in a complicated way. The World spins because the universe wishes it. Death allows one to live because he wishes it. God allows one to see another’s soul because he wishes it. And I doubt highly he would allow a pathetic pet such as yourself see my soul!”

Finally, András had pulled a string from Dorian Gray that pulled out some kind of emotion. Though the comment of him being a pet also set him off. "A pet? Be careful with your words maggot, for this pet isn't as friendly and lovable as some may think. My bite is far worse then my bark and I have absolutely no problem with sending you to hell a little earlier than what was first intended"

#complexpassion

The interaction between you and Complexpassion is amazing! I LOVE IT! SO MUCH PERFECTION BETWEEN BOTH ROLEPLAYERS!

[Do you know how intimidating Dorian-mun is?! Everytime they reply I'm sitting here saying things like "I'M NOT WORTHY! I'M NOT WORTHY!" They are exceptional with their writing abilities ^^ I do believe András and Dorian are at each others throats right about now though xD Complex passion, couldn't agree with that URL more] [No I'm joking. I love Dorian-mun~ Us aussies gotta stick together, no matter how much our muses hate each other]

wolf-ofthenorth replied to your post: outofcharacter.: Bad news and well bad news, my…

[DONT LEAVE ME EVEN THOUGH YOU SAY YOU WONT! JUST DONT LEAVE ME ALONE WITH THESE SANE PEOPLE!]

[ /CLINGS TO

NO SHHH. OF COURSE I’D NEVER LEAVE YOU. DONT WORRY I’M ALWAYS GONNA BE HERE WITH YOU. ]

#[Sure thing ^^ I'll give it to you via askbox]

[*Jumps on* GOOD! BECAUSE I DO NOT KNOW WHAT I WOULD DO WITHOUT THY CONNOR-KINNY-MUN~!]

warriormohawk replied to your post: DONT LIE TO YOURSELF ANDRAS. YOU WANT WARRIORS D. “…The D?” [ omfGFJHDSLKFILJJ ]

"I believe it may stand for something--Something that is beyond our comprehension" [Well. Looks like my muses innocence is slowly deteriorating]

“And you would know, would you? Have you seen my soul, have you seen it’s being, it’s corruption?—…Until you’ve seen your own, you cannot make assumptions about another’s”

#complexpassion #[Shits about to go down between these two!]

"I need only see the person in front of me to know what ones soul looks like. You don't have a soul, you are the soul. You have a body"

“Perhaps you should” he said, his tone now turning darker almost as though he were offended by the others words “Though I’m pretty sure he’d just return yours, perhaps spit on it first”