Post by Orynn Novim on Jan 7, 2008 23:49:58 GMT -5
Orynn felt like he was being repeatedly struck, again and again. Kicked while he was down and not strong enough to strike back. He felt like a shell of a man, and with every insult lashed out at him his outer shell cracked. The Deputy visibly winced even, and his eyes gave him away to be on the brink of tears.
He scrunched his eyes closed and clenched his fists tight, and even let out what sounded like a muffled war cry. As if he had an invisible weight on his shoulders, his knees were bent and he seethed through his teeth and looked at Nicholas.
Orynn had convinced himself, in his hindered state of reasoning, that Nicholas was trying to break him. That the knight was taking pleasure in reducing the Deputy into a pitiful mass of bumbling emotion worth pitying. Instead of breaking down like he wanted to, like he needed to, Orynn resorted to anger. It was so much easier to be angry, angry at anything, or anyone for that matter. Orynn's pride allowed him to be angry, almost enraged. But he couldn't display sadness, he could not, would not sob before this man. That would be a display of weakness that he would do all he could to prevent. So for now he held on tightly to the anger he was feeling towards Nicholas, he held on for dear life.
Orynn visibly shook he was so angry, even though it was a forced anger, an anger meant to hide what was really beneath it all.
"You... bleeding wretched.. cur." His teeth were barred, and his right hand clenched and unclenched, as if aching for his wand. "You would break me... ruin me... all to see me writhe in my pain, cry in my woe, and see my body rack with the sobs born from my loss. You will not gain any such glory Sir Knight. You cannot destroy what you cannot see. You do not understand me Sir Knight. Do you hear me? You do not understand!"
The mirror hanging over the fireplace, now behind Nicholas, cracked loudly. It did not shatter, but the thunderbolt looking crack went diagonally though the length of the mirror, as if something were on the other side trying to force it's way through.
He scrunched his eyes closed and clenched his fists tight, and even let out what sounded like a muffled war cry. As if he had an invisible weight on his shoulders, his knees were bent and he seethed through his teeth and looked at Nicholas.
Orynn had convinced himself, in his hindered state of reasoning, that Nicholas was trying to break him. That the knight was taking pleasure in reducing the Deputy into a pitiful mass of bumbling emotion worth pitying. Instead of breaking down like he wanted to, like he needed to, Orynn resorted to anger. It was so much easier to be angry, angry at anything, or anyone for that matter. Orynn's pride allowed him to be angry, almost enraged. But he couldn't display sadness, he could not, would not sob before this man. That would be a display of weakness that he would do all he could to prevent. So for now he held on tightly to the anger he was feeling towards Nicholas, he held on for dear life.
Orynn visibly shook he was so angry, even though it was a forced anger, an anger meant to hide what was really beneath it all.
"You... bleeding wretched.. cur." His teeth were barred, and his right hand clenched and unclenched, as if aching for his wand. "You would break me... ruin me... all to see me writhe in my pain, cry in my woe, and see my body rack with the sobs born from my loss. You will not gain any such glory Sir Knight. You cannot destroy what you cannot see. You do not understand me Sir Knight. Do you hear me? You do not understand!"
The mirror hanging over the fireplace, now behind Nicholas, cracked loudly. It did not shatter, but the thunderbolt looking crack went diagonally though the length of the mirror, as if something were on the other side trying to force it's way through.