*Scorns, finding himself between Earth and Heaven, facing a Summoner’s eyes. And he remembers what is asked of him, only to respond*
I cannot fear for what I am…or mourn for what I cannot give you. But consider, please for this cause as I wander endlessly, meanwhile in my curiosity and a familiar disdain for those below me. *He lifts his frowning mask*
Characterize this keen and my sin, a sentence I’ve been condemned, I’m aware as you see my life setting my precocious opinion of thee. Accept my gratitude for spending even this much time already, glorifying in your penance for this guilt you felt you’ve caused- and for that I even know your name. *Gifts one black rose*
Immortalize me guardian is what you’ve brought me, for what other lies would you have me warrant? Assign this rogue befitting to your law, disturbing me and every one of mine. *Sighs, running a cool hand through his dark mane†what do I care, beside my trap is destiny I have nothing else. Command me knight of wisdom, cheeky and redolent in your get, carrying behind you as I see beneath your standard, leading a yawn of fools. *Bows in retreat, fanning his frown and grin*.
And so is our tradition my cast will watch the sky. Adieu Prince General, O Ferrier of the Lands. I will not raise the dead, not even for the hand that commands me.
*The Prince shouts, staying our Kindred visage*
I have no qualms, but to your barest assault or any worthy cause you would see fit, regardless…our destiny awaits and none but thee concerns you. This land is my land but also yours, and without our practice of war and treaty our home will be bereft of us all. *Scowls, drawing the line with his sword* shall I make certain and summon my familiar? Driving my hand to leash you to our bond? Without such insolence me and mine cannot bear?
*Kindred only turned his head, wearing an absent expression* I have heard tell, that if a familiar dies it seriously wounds its master, and thus, I dissuay you from taking such an action, and trust me to do what must be done, but no more. *He trails his resonant eyes up the sword, bearing a menacing smile as he turns once more, fading into the mist*.
