[ Voryn seizes him as one might a companion-in-arms. The gesture is familiar enough that it is without thought that Set clasps his own hand around the extended forearm, the dark curl of his claws stark against cloth and flesh below. Soon, he hopes to quell the discordant note plucked within him; it has been difficult already, to feel the rise of fanaticism and ferality towards Meridian's cause, to sing of it as though he were a general upon the field in its honor. He is not Meridian's beast. Only its ally, for as long as his heart holds out in the face of his own despairing.
He casts a sharp, murderously-wrathful eye towards those who speak ill of him, when Voryn brings their mutterings to attention. Willing to let such slights slip, for the people were of no import to him, he finds himself tipping his chin up until the sleek curtain of his hair falls over nose and brow. Elegant and stern, in his own silent daring; he knows what he's done, what his despair led him to present to the people. He holds shame for actions, but does not balk from them.
They leave anyways, hurried in their retreat. ] When I arrived, I was violent and wild. I crushed warriors and attempted to assail the hall of Heliopolis, for daring to bear the name of my home.
[ He will be honest with Voryn, then. He will speak openly of his crimes, and not hide the sins he bears. Still, he makes to draw the man to his feet with the flex of a lean arm, and arches a brow at the tone he takes. A curl of amusement, perhaps a tiny of mockery, upon the full of his mouth. ]
I feel you will have a better time where it is noisy and anon, rather than high-brow -- where all eyes will be upon you. This is a difficult time. Your despair may catch up to you sooner, rather than later.
[ Kindred souls call to one another. They take notice of similarities. ]
You'll be in the company of the god of war, Set. Should anyone assail you against your will, I will break their arms and give them something new to whisper about.
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He casts a sharp, murderously-wrathful eye towards those who speak ill of him, when Voryn brings their mutterings to attention. Willing to let such slights slip, for the people were of no import to him, he finds himself tipping his chin up until the sleek curtain of his hair falls over nose and brow. Elegant and stern, in his own silent daring; he knows what he's done, what his despair led him to present to the people. He holds shame for actions, but does not balk from them.
They leave anyways, hurried in their retreat. ] When I arrived, I was violent and wild. I crushed warriors and attempted to assail the hall of Heliopolis, for daring to bear the name of my home.
[ He will be honest with Voryn, then. He will speak openly of his crimes, and not hide the sins he bears. Still, he makes to draw the man to his feet with the flex of a lean arm, and arches a brow at the tone he takes. A curl of amusement, perhaps a tiny of mockery, upon the full of his mouth. ]
I feel you will have a better time where it is noisy and anon, rather than high-brow -- where all eyes will be upon you. This is a difficult time. Your despair may catch up to you sooner, rather than later.
[ Kindred souls call to one another. They take notice of similarities. ]
You'll be in the company of the god of war, Set. Should anyone assail you against your will, I will break their arms and give them something new to whisper about.