Then, Ezra's ears perked when Vitus said he had left and as he was gone, Elli's health took swift decline. Her 'scratch' had festered and all the while what? She was hauled up in her den somewhere slowly dying a wound-stinking, agonizing death and no one in this Kingdom had bothered to figure out what the stench was - Elli's infected wound or rotting corpse there after.
Of course Vitus returned to a dead sister. Any time the litter ever went on an outing and returned someone fucking died.
Stormborn...Ezra muttered under his breath when Vitus ended with the little tid-bit about the antler having been struck by lightning. A thunderstorm had always been a sign of good blessing to their bloodline. From Stormborn to the very first Archer created of The Gods of Old.
I don't know how much more of this shit I can take.Lifting himself from his defeated, sloppy seat, he takes a deep breath before letting out a loud
FUUUUUCKIt would have to do, for now, until he found someone he could freely fuck up without consequence. After that, he brushed past his brother, back into the misted mountains of Saints.