Gibberish; that was all it was. Braigion did not care what they said, and immediately walked up the stairs in the room where the two guards had brought him. It all started so well...and apparently it was true: he belonged no where; no one seemed to want him here anyway.
He never asked to be here.
That tall one...he was intrigued, and then took on that prideful look, and even called Braigion a 'deformed creature'. He held back...though the dark head held Gileryn in a way the Avar did not like at all. Already being peeved didn't help...
No one wanted him here.
A small tussle happened, and it ended shortly. No one was hurt...
But no wanted him in there.
Wild? Maybe. Dirty? No doubt. Hard to understand? Sort of, depends on who it is.
Deformed?
Braigion thought hard on that. He was not deformed...not to the extent he remembered seeing. Oh, those horrid bodies. He remembered that so many in his clan wept seeing what had been done to their own kind for the first time. That one time his father actually wept aloud too...The song that also was devised too that day...
What tragedy has fallen upon us?
What have we done to deserve thus?
The Dark Hunters lurk in ever twilight
Waiting, watching, for dreamers in the night
And steal them while they sleep
See the Powers forsake us!
They ignore our wounds that are filled with pus!
And left our brethren screaming in agony,
and the rest of us despair
So many in disrepair...
"...their souls forever wander with no comfort...and they will find no slumber in their pain..." Braigion was shaking as he absently stared at the floor. Not so, not at all; no where near deformed. If it were not a stressful situation, the elf might have thought differently. A moment of grief and rejection overcame the Avar and he sought out a corner to sit in, after hauling the sheet off the bed.
"I do not belong here..."
((Own speculation...Braigion might be a bit different, bt that is just a result from rp.))
