Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140806184127/@comment-5583506-20140808135904

Varg had gone out into the woods to let off some steam. Suddenly every tree trunk seemed to have taken on the appearance of Sidion and his smug smile. And they were all laughing at him, laughing at him because they knew how many innocent people would be dead before he could have chance to reach Sidion again.

He punched his fist deep into the bark, taking out his anger. "Fuck you!" he growled. "I fucking hate you!"

He had seen Sidion's handywork before. Half-eaten corpses, reddish innards strewn across the crime site, the blaming, lifeless eyes of children staring back at him. Sidion had killed the guards that had come with him and then they had gotten into a long and bloody battle with each other. Varg had had the upper hand by hiding in the shadows and turning himself into the black wolf he was known for. He had pounced out on the unwary Sidion and nearly ripped his chest open, he had also scratched Sidion across the face, giving him his scar. He had then left his brother on the crime site to bleed out a slow and painful death in order to pay for his crimes, yet somehow when he returned Sidion had vanished even though he should by all accounts be dead.

Their Dread Father may not have said anything about it, but Varg was pretty sure that their "loving" parent had something to do with Sidion's impossible survival.

"Because the old bastard loves the children", swore Varg and punched the tree trunk again.