10-24-2018, 08:16 AM
He feels strangely normal about the whole ordeal. It had been too quick, acting without thinking it over, but the weirdest thing is that he has not a single grain of remorse, or feeling sorry. Because every part of him knows that it was a right thing to do. There is a sense of justice whenever he thinks back on his actions, and maybe he had let the man suffer a tiny but longer than needed, but knowing what he’d done to Sabra and Krone and who knows else would be next, he can’t find it in himself to be truly sorry about that either.
No brother would tolerate evils such as rape and murder, and when confronted with such actions, any Kraken will do anything in his power to end or prevent it.
So it is as it should be.
The only thing he feels sorry about is that the man had children that he did care for (though if he comes to learn that Klaudius had spent all his time in the riverlands just waiting for a chance at revenge, and hadn’t even visited his children, that would squash even that kind of feeling-sorry right out of him). And even then; he’d brought this entirely on himself. The bite mark on Breckin’s crest is a scar now, but still visible (good thing her skin is light enough for the scar not to literally be constantly in his line of vision). The lavender man had had the chance to escape and that was entirely reasonable to do; even the mark left on her might be something forgivable over time, but instead of fleeing and staying away, Klaudius had opted to threaten her and when he couldn’t find her easily enough, vented that anger on Sabra. That was his undoing. That was why Leilan couldn’t care about the death and destruction of the man.
Breckin always cared, of course. So when she comes to get him, and with the blackened bones floating behind her, he doesn’t even begin to discuss it. It’s pointless fighting over the past, and Klaudius certainly isn’t worth the fight with Breckin anyway.
He stands next to her like an unwavering statue; she hasn’t talked all the way. His mind briefly flashes over the short meeting with the equally-golden haired black mare, Amorette, in this land - he’d come to introduce Roseen to them. It hadn’t stuck. Maybe if it had, and she’d come to live here and found someone else, other dramatic events could have been prevented. But the past is just that. Unchangeable, and if he could, best left forgotten.
She does the introductions, and he nods at the silvery, green-haired colt. Stallion. He must have been a yearling when Klaudius had decided that he wanted his family in Tephra, rather than the place they’d called home until then. To Leilan, still a strange decision. But he guessed the colt from then wouldn’t recognize him now. It was too long ago, and the silver bay roan wasn’t as memorable as Brennen at that point in time (though flashy in appearance for sure).
There’s a flash of some kind of sorry feeling when the boy (young adult) starts to realize this won’t be a pleasant visit. When he asks the question, the scaled roan decides he better answer that.
”Sorry, but that’s Klaudius.” There’s no sugar-coating any of this, and he wouldn’t want to have anybody else do that for him in Krom’s place either. It’s better to bring bad news fast, and be honest about it, than to have to use a hundred words and let it take ages to confirm what was already dawning on the reciever of said news.
He takes a deep breath, preparing both himself and Krom for the facts - facts is all he gives, or hopes to give. ”Wishbone once held him captive in Nerine. He escaped last winter,” a sideways look to Breckin, he leaves out the threat and the scar she now bears, ”Came back to attack Breckin and when he couldn’t find her, he decided he’d maim, rape, and murder our friend Sabra instead.” His tone is neutral, but revealing the anger behind it with just a slightly trembling undertone, while the ice in his eyes shine decidedly cold. Kromium doesn’t have to guess what happened after the attack on Sabra, he thinks. The evidence lies at their feet - even though Leilan isn’t capable of such burning. But there’s no need for pointing fingers; he would have killed him instead, if Castile hadn’t shown up to do it.
But he was still Kromium’s father (even though the young leader must know that it was a similar action that caused his existence in the first place), so he could have the remains. And the truth. That was all they were here for anyway.
@[Breckin] @[Kromium]
No brother would tolerate evils such as rape and murder, and when confronted with such actions, any Kraken will do anything in his power to end or prevent it.
So it is as it should be.
The only thing he feels sorry about is that the man had children that he did care for (though if he comes to learn that Klaudius had spent all his time in the riverlands just waiting for a chance at revenge, and hadn’t even visited his children, that would squash even that kind of feeling-sorry right out of him). And even then; he’d brought this entirely on himself. The bite mark on Breckin’s crest is a scar now, but still visible (good thing her skin is light enough for the scar not to literally be constantly in his line of vision). The lavender man had had the chance to escape and that was entirely reasonable to do; even the mark left on her might be something forgivable over time, but instead of fleeing and staying away, Klaudius had opted to threaten her and when he couldn’t find her easily enough, vented that anger on Sabra. That was his undoing. That was why Leilan couldn’t care about the death and destruction of the man.
Breckin always cared, of course. So when she comes to get him, and with the blackened bones floating behind her, he doesn’t even begin to discuss it. It’s pointless fighting over the past, and Klaudius certainly isn’t worth the fight with Breckin anyway.
He stands next to her like an unwavering statue; she hasn’t talked all the way. His mind briefly flashes over the short meeting with the equally-golden haired black mare, Amorette, in this land - he’d come to introduce Roseen to them. It hadn’t stuck. Maybe if it had, and she’d come to live here and found someone else, other dramatic events could have been prevented. But the past is just that. Unchangeable, and if he could, best left forgotten.
She does the introductions, and he nods at the silvery, green-haired colt. Stallion. He must have been a yearling when Klaudius had decided that he wanted his family in Tephra, rather than the place they’d called home until then. To Leilan, still a strange decision. But he guessed the colt from then wouldn’t recognize him now. It was too long ago, and the silver bay roan wasn’t as memorable as Brennen at that point in time (though flashy in appearance for sure).
There’s a flash of some kind of sorry feeling when the boy (young adult) starts to realize this won’t be a pleasant visit. When he asks the question, the scaled roan decides he better answer that.
”Sorry, but that’s Klaudius.” There’s no sugar-coating any of this, and he wouldn’t want to have anybody else do that for him in Krom’s place either. It’s better to bring bad news fast, and be honest about it, than to have to use a hundred words and let it take ages to confirm what was already dawning on the reciever of said news.
He takes a deep breath, preparing both himself and Krom for the facts - facts is all he gives, or hopes to give. ”Wishbone once held him captive in Nerine. He escaped last winter,” a sideways look to Breckin, he leaves out the threat and the scar she now bears, ”Came back to attack Breckin and when he couldn’t find her, he decided he’d maim, rape, and murder our friend Sabra instead.” His tone is neutral, but revealing the anger behind it with just a slightly trembling undertone, while the ice in his eyes shine decidedly cold. Kromium doesn’t have to guess what happened after the attack on Sabra, he thinks. The evidence lies at their feet - even though Leilan isn’t capable of such burning. But there’s no need for pointing fingers; he would have killed him instead, if Castile hadn’t shown up to do it.
But he was still Kromium’s father (even though the young leader must know that it was a similar action that caused his existence in the first place), so he could have the remains. And the truth. That was all they were here for anyway.
@[Breckin] @[Kromium]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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