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I THOUGHT THIS WAS KIDDING SOGMLASG
I THOUGHT THIS WAS KIDDING SOGMLASG
15. My character goes insane and is after yours
Was this really that much of a surprise? It was only a matter of time before Morzan pushed him over the edge. Despite the way he may act, Murtagh was not completely immune to his father’s taunts. They got to him, each and every time. They festered and grew, feeding that hatred Murtagh tried so hard to burry.
It only took one more
And he snapped.
The blade was across the table in an instant. One moment the two had actually been having a decent chat, dinner even. It had been going well. Really well. That is, until the great oaf uttered something he shouldn’t have…
”It’s no wonder your mother died, she couldn’t bear to see how much a failure her first son is.”
Perhaps it had been meant as nothing more than a tease or maybe the elder had had just a bit too much to drink. It didn’t matter. Now a dinner knife was sunk an inch and a half into the wood only a centimeter from Morzan’s temple and an uncontrollable fire burned in Murtagh’s eyes, hatred emanating from every pore of his being. Today was the day Morzan died. Today was the day Murtagh finally freed himself from his suffocating shadow.
Murtagh rose from his seat silently, another knife already in his hand.
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"dont make me come over there and box your ears you little shit"
if i could do that do you honestly think you’d be here?
i do what i want. im older
"Try me asswipe. You gonna scar your son again?"
Bring it on bitch! You are seriously a giant, horny teenager. Don’t even try…
"Just who do you think you’re talking to?"
Excuse me you dont talk to your elders that way
impertinent little scalleywag
“No one of consequence."
Fuck you dad ROOD
Caspian was tired of this crap. All of it. He stormed out of his hut and screamed at the top of his lungs. Anger rushing through every heart beat as he stormed away. All of Caspian’s hard earned coin had been stollen, by someone in the village.
As Caspian began to walk he ignored the shooting pain in his shoulder. He stormed out to the edge of the village, walking anywhere and everywhere, trying to find somewhere to be away from those fools that he was forced to live with. Caspian couldn’t help but suddenly fall to his knees. The dirt ground around him slowly rolling up into dust as he clutched onto the wound on his shoulder.
Caspian bowed his head in sadness, forcing himself not to cry. Blood seeped into his hand, but he could care less. he was so tired of everything. Caspian heard something huge fly over him. He ducked and rolled in the dirt, wincing as he landed on his shoulder. Was he seeing this right? For a moment he thought he saw a large lizard glide over him. Caspian stood to his feet and began to run in the direction of the soaring creature. Blood dripped down his arm, but he was more focused on the task before him.
Thorn noticed him first. Of course he did. Thorn noticed everyone before Murtagh did—heightened senses and the like. ‘A human is approaching, wounded from the south-east.’ Murtagh hummed under his breath, dark eyes glancing in that direction as Thorn made contact with the ground floor beneath.
“Probably saw us fly over. No real point in hiding now if we were already seen.” The rider leapt from the saddle, easily landing on the floor beneath him. “We can deal with that later. Finding food is our top priority right now.” Murtagh called over to his dragon easily, already in the process of slinging his bow over his shoulder.
Not sure how close the human was to them, Murtagh switched over to his mental link with Thorn. It would probably be best to remain silent now. ‘If we’re lucky he won’t see us and wander past.' Hey, he could hope couldn't he?