She brings out a side of me I did not know existed.. Never before has anyone had such an affect on me. I lose count of how many times someone has mentioned how such short shrift I give people. And how aggressively short my temper is. She has a way of taking that all away. I feel calm, invincible perhaps. When she is gone, I find myself weak. But when she is here.. I am stronger than ever.
However. I am not quite sure some fools are quite aware of this affect. I am under the impression a certain man believes he can use my current mind set against me. I am a killer. I have killed more men than years he is old. And yet, he thinks he can outsmart.. me? He has no idea. It is not hard to make me angry, but unfortunately for him; he found the right button, whether on purpose or not, it does not matter.
There are things in this world, I care about. My horse, my hair, my beard, my weapons and my cloak. Every one of those things, are a quick and easy route to the end of my fist. Though, this Eorngar lad has found a different route, to a whole new hatred.
I remember him, and her. He drew his sword before her. The rage I felt then remains vivid, but calm in comparison. I vowed to kill him that day. And I stand by my word.
A "Whore". That is what he called her. Loriandra knew in an instant that this was a big mistake. Though I ignored her exasperated sighs and forced my knife towards his throat. She intervened. How can I have been so stupid? She knows I would not hurt her. So I followed him. He mocks me, he thinks he is above me. Such an unintelligent man. He has no idea who I am or what I am capable of. I am furious, livid with anger and my temper is far beyond anything I have ever seen before. He angers me, and he will pay for it.
Abrianna keeps me in check. I am not angry around her. She calms me in an instant and probably has no idea she's doing it. Simply the sound of her voice, shuts my temper off. I forget and she becomes the centre of my thoughts.
Eorngar. I will break him. I will break each bone in his body one by one until he begs me to stop. Then I will continue. I will squeeze the "sorry" from his lungs.. If he fails to apologise.. I'll squeeze until the light leaves his eyes.
He shall know. That -nobody- speaks of her like that.. He needs to know.. That I exist, and nobody gets away with it.
I am Baedwulf, and I vow now to make my point. He shall realise how much she means to me. And how much more important she is to me than his life. Perhaps then he will think twice before saying something about her in my prescence.
If he may think at all.
