Post by Forsaken on Nov 17, 2010 4:54:34 GMT -5
It is then the door swings open. A figure kin to ice stands in the open frame, considering Prometheus and the rebel with a cool expression upon his face and thoughtful shadows in his eyes. He does not look particularly impressed or surprised. Radiating an aura of cold certainty, he can only seem soulless. A chilled stone angel never designed to know compassion.
Somriad, the Guardian whose cunning and ruthlessness earned him the honorary status of Amplus Magister, nods acknowlegement to a Guardian of less respectful stature. "Prometheus." He speaks the words without inflection. Then strolls into the room with a solid glide to stand just before the captive.
He stares at her, disgust tinging his flickering moonstone gaze as he notes her quivering and her tears. "You do not intend to turn her into a Forsaken." He glances at Prometheus. "She would not last."
Somriad, the Guardian whose cunning and ruthlessness earned him the honorary status of Amplus Magister, nods acknowlegement to a Guardian of less respectful stature. "Prometheus." He speaks the words without inflection. Then strolls into the room with a solid glide to stand just before the captive.
He stares at her, disgust tinging his flickering moonstone gaze as he notes her quivering and her tears. "You do not intend to turn her into a Forsaken." He glances at Prometheus. "She would not last."