[ The anger that flairs up inside of him as this thing continues to speak is overwhelming. Likely palpable, even, for such a being. Heavy and hot and consuming. He tries, he tries so hard, but the very moment Baxter talks about his loyalty to his brothers a large set of thick black wings unfurl.
They are massive, and sharp, and dripping in blood. What a deep sense of wrath accompanies their unfurl. So much anguish and pure hate. It's difficult to know how such a rattling depth of this emotion took hold of the golden boy, the prince, the righteous right hand. But it was there. It was very present.
And the voice echoes enough to move mountains.]
Silence, heathen filth. I will hear no more of you.
WRONG BUTTON TO PRESS SO SORRY I AM SO SORRY
They are massive, and sharp, and dripping in blood. What a deep sense of wrath accompanies their unfurl. So much anguish and pure hate. It's difficult to know how such a rattling depth of this emotion took hold of the golden boy, the prince, the righteous right hand. But it was there. It was very present.
And the voice echoes enough to move mountains.]
Silence, heathen filth. I will hear no more of you.