Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Dec 12, 2016 5:11:20 GMT -8
"If things are going well, and we gain permission from the Queen. It may be just myself that goes. Those three are a bit young, and I wouldn't a casual remark to accidentally escalate into violence."
The Fae were a touchy people, and the King would kill him if he incidentally caused a war among his subjects.
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Ifanna the Mender
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 29
Physical Description: Small for one of the Wildlings - and one of the Wolf Tribe - Ifanna stands slightly less than six feet tall. She has golden fur with white markings and patches of grey, and golden eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ifanna wears little in the way of clothing like many of her people, although she has a small amount of jewelry. She always has a leather belt around her hips that bears several small pouches, carrying the herbs and medicines that she uses in her craft.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Nov 19, 2016 10:22:56 GMT -8
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Post by Ifanna the Mender on Dec 12, 2016 11:23:32 GMT -8
"I would like to see the Fae city, but not at the risk of anyone's lives. Perhaps one day." She relaxed, looking around the cavern at her people. They had suffered much in the time of the nation's civil war, and even before the royal line had dissolved and the Usurper had taken over, things hadn't been.. ideal. She barely remembered the time before the war. She'd been five when it had begun, a pup in truth.
"Our people, our nation, have been through so much.. and not enough has been done to reforge the ties which had once bound our races together. There used to be trade, and tolerance if not friendliness.. the People did not fear to venture into the hill-lands or the Wyld. You would even see the races intermingled, some living in the lands of the others - Wildlings and Fae learning how to smith from the Dwarves, Dwarves and Fae in the royal court in Avelius, Wildlings and outcast Dwarves and adventurous humans hunting in the Wyld... The king has not set foot outside the city since he took the crown, other than to leave Alban entirely for some other nation across the sea. There is worry that he cares only for his own race and not for the prosperity of the rest of us."
She glanced at Cairex somewhat warily. It was believed that he was a close personal friend of the king, and she wasn't certain how he'd react to what she said - and she wasn't the only one. Many of the other wolves had ceased their conversations and turned their heads to look at Cairex, wondering what he would say or do, their expressions saying that what Ifanna had spoken was true. They feared the king didn't care for them and had no intention of trying to forge true and lasting peace between the Wildlings, Dwarves, and Fae.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Dec 13, 2016 3:14:35 GMT -8
Oh shit. He needed to choose his words very carefully. Cairex was no diplomat, and he knew it. Fortunately, these were not humans, and thus diplomatic finesse was not as important as the meaning behind his words.
"First of all, let me assure you that the King cares about all of his subjects, regardless of their race. He just has yet to have opportunity to travel amongst you and learn more of your ways and mannerisms. He has already been on the receiving end of an attempt on his life in the form of a full-grown dragon which attacked Avelius. It was but a week ago that we caught the culprit behind it."
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Ifanna the Mender
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 29
Physical Description: Small for one of the Wildlings - and one of the Wolf Tribe - Ifanna stands slightly less than six feet tall. She has golden fur with white markings and patches of grey, and golden eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ifanna wears little in the way of clothing like many of her people, although she has a small amount of jewelry. She always has a leather belt around her hips that bears several small pouches, carrying the herbs and medicines that she uses in her craft.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Nov 19, 2016 10:22:56 GMT -8
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Post by Ifanna the Mender on Dec 13, 2016 17:41:34 GMT -8
"You would know better than any of us, I suppose. But there is worry and unrest. That is part of why the Alpha has gone to speak with the spirits - he seeks guidance about what he should do for his people. I am uncertain what answer he will return with." She laid her ears back against her head in a clear sign of concern, then shook her head as her ears flipped forward again. Ifanna stood, looking calm and unconcerned, but her tail was fluffed and her scent brimming with worry.
"I should go prepare. I will need to speak with the other Menders before we depart. I will see you soon, Cairex." She gave him a small smile, then turned and sauntered off.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2016 8:06:33 GMT -8
It turned out sleep crept in like a thief in the night. He discovered this in his nightmares, waking up screaming again as he heard his late wife shriek for help. He bolted upright, shivering in a mix of panic and a chill from the cold sweat that left his half naked form in a sheen.
Glancing around, he began to panic - where was he? How did he get here? It took several minutes before the memories trickled in, and he realized he had to still be in the wolves' den. Ifanna. She had helped him. Where was she now? Still rattled and almost dying to find some company to help divert his thoughts from the terrible recollections and the dreams, somehow he managed to force himself up onto his feet - and would push past the curtain of animal fur in hopes of stumbling along the halls in search of other people.
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Ifanna the Mender
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 29
Physical Description: Small for one of the Wildlings - and one of the Wolf Tribe - Ifanna stands slightly less than six feet tall. She has golden fur with white markings and patches of grey, and golden eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ifanna wears little in the way of clothing like many of her people, although she has a small amount of jewelry. She always has a leather belt around her hips that bears several small pouches, carrying the herbs and medicines that she uses in her craft.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Nov 19, 2016 10:22:56 GMT -8
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Post by Ifanna the Mender on Dec 26, 2016 11:29:51 GMT -8
Several wolves turned to look at Josidiah as he appeared, and one hurried off to find Ifanna. The Mender was quick to appear, bearing a tray with food and more medicinal supplies. Her ears laid back as she saw the Elf on his feet, and she hurried over.
"You should not be standing. You will rip your wounds open again. Please, sit." Her voice was quiet and filled with worry.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 11:43:17 GMT -8
He felt so alien here, with peering wolf eyes all around him. It made his skin crawl, and his muscles tensed in apprehension. It was only when the Mender appeared and spoke to him did his gaze settle on her with something of relief and his body start to relax again. So far, in fact, that he swayed on his feet and reached out for the nearest wall for support.
Then again, reaching out with the hand of the injured shoulder wasn't the best idea. The moment his palm made contact with the stone there was instant regret with a hiss of pain, and the other hand shot across for the same aid as the left one dropped. At least he was able to stay upright, even if he was unsteady.
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Ifanna the Mender
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 29
Physical Description: Small for one of the Wildlings - and one of the Wolf Tribe - Ifanna stands slightly less than six feet tall. She has golden fur with white markings and patches of grey, and golden eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ifanna wears little in the way of clothing like many of her people, although she has a small amount of jewelry. She always has a leather belt around her hips that bears several small pouches, carrying the herbs and medicines that she uses in her craft.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Nov 19, 2016 10:22:56 GMT -8
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Post by Ifanna the Mender on Dec 27, 2016 10:08:46 GMT -8
Ifanna hastily passed the tray off to a nearby wolf and darted over to Josidiah as it appeared the male was about to fall over. She insinuated herself beneath the arm of the uninjured shoulder and looped her fur-covered arm carefully about his waist, sure to keep her paw well away from his bound ribs. With her other paw taking hold of the hand attached to the arm now draped over her shoulders, she half-carried, half-dragged the Elf away from the opening of his temporary hollow and over to a low shelf strewn with thick furs. It was there that she gently deposited him, then moved to kneel in front of the male, sniffing carefully at his shoulder.
"I do not smell blood.. it appears the stitches held. You are lucky. But I should check anyway." She began to swiftly unwrap the bandages around his shoulder, her movements possessing the utmost care, as she didn't wish to harm him further. Though her eyes remained fixed on her task, her ears swiveled toward his face as she spoke, the nearby wolf approaching to set the tray of food and supplies down just within the Mender's reach.
"Did something happen to draw you from your bed? Did someone disturb you?"
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Dec 28, 2016 11:50:16 GMT -8
Cairex watched her leave, the twitching of his whiskers indicating his amusement. Such a fiery young healer, it would be interesting to see her reaction to the stubborn fae.
He would finish his plate of food, get another and finish that too, making small talk with some of the older warriors before seeking out a place to rest.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2017 6:29:02 GMT -8
He didn't fight her in the slightest as she guided him along - such a powerful female. He sat down on the shelf with a heavy breath that was a mix of relief and ache, and he presented his shoulder forward when she moved to unbind it - thankfully the stitches had held as she said. Wow, a small sliver of luck for him. That was unheard of.
At the question, he shook his head wearily and let it thump back against the wall of the small hollow. "No, no. No one bothered me. I fell asleep. Woke from dreams again. Made me very disoriented. I..." He takes a moment to clear his throat and level his tone more effectively. "I'm sorry if I worried you. I just... wanted to find someone. Make sure I wasn't alone."
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Ifanna the Mender
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 29
Physical Description: Small for one of the Wildlings - and one of the Wolf Tribe - Ifanna stands slightly less than six feet tall. She has golden fur with white markings and patches of grey, and golden eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ifanna wears little in the way of clothing like many of her people, although she has a small amount of jewelry. She always has a leather belt around her hips that bears several small pouches, carrying the herbs and medicines that she uses in her craft.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Nov 19, 2016 10:22:56 GMT -8
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Post by Ifanna the Mender on Jan 7, 2017 9:26:23 GMT -8
Her ears pressed back as Josidiah explained why he'd moved about so much, guilt suffusing her person. Delicate movements soon found the bandage unwound and poultice removed, whereupon she inspected the stitches (pleased to see they'd held), and began to clean the area around the wound.
"I apologize. I was speaking with the male who is a friend of our tribe. He is leading many of our young ones on a hunting trip to the Wyld, and I asked to accompany them. We will be leaving in a few days' time, and after that one of the other Menders will have to tend you." Her tone was undoubtedly apologetic. She didn't want to leave him, as she didn't doubt he'd feel a little uncomfortable having to deal with a stranger, but this was something she felt she needed to do. Once the area around the wound was cleaned, she quickly assembled another poultice, applied it, and bound it to his shoulder with bandages.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2017 21:24:57 GMT -8
"You've nothing to apologize for, Ifanna," is all he says as she applies a new poultice and binds it in place once again. He didn't want her to feel guilty because he had riled himself up into a frenzy with those blasted nightmares again - that wasn't her fault. When she completed her task he remained where he sat for the moment, his gaze wandering apprehensively around the place at the other wolves about.
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Ifanna the Mender
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 29
Physical Description: Small for one of the Wildlings - and one of the Wolf Tribe - Ifanna stands slightly less than six feet tall. She has golden fur with white markings and patches of grey, and golden eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ifanna wears little in the way of clothing like many of her people, although she has a small amount of jewelry. She always has a leather belt around her hips that bears several small pouches, carrying the herbs and medicines that she uses in her craft.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Nov 19, 2016 10:22:56 GMT -8
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Post by Ifanna the Mender on Jan 8, 2017 11:34:20 GMT -8
With his shoulder tended to, she set aside the tools of her trade, and turned to watch the wolves milling about. Many of them were returning from a hunt, carting carcasses off to be cleaned and cooked. Others were shepherding excited young ones along, their happy laughter echoing through the warren of caves. Some were cleaning, mending, various mundane tasks. Ifanna looked back at Josidiah, tilting her head slightly.
"Would you like to take a look around the den? It might do you some good to move around."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2017 16:51:19 GMT -8
Upon completion of her task to tend to his shoulder, his attention had shifted away to the wall - he still felt a little out of his element, and maintaining eye contact was a little awkward here. But at her inquiry he found it easier to directly look at her, and his expression seemed to relax a little.
"I could do that. Indeed, it might help."
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Ifanna the Mender
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 29
Physical Description: Small for one of the Wildlings - and one of the Wolf Tribe - Ifanna stands slightly less than six feet tall. She has golden fur with white markings and patches of grey, and golden eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ifanna wears little in the way of clothing like many of her people, although she has a small amount of jewelry. She always has a leather belt around her hips that bears several small pouches, carrying the herbs and medicines that she uses in her craft.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Nov 19, 2016 10:22:56 GMT -8
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Post by Ifanna the Mender on Jan 12, 2017 9:58:18 GMT -8
"Very well then." Leaving her supplies to be retrieved later, Ifanna carefully looped one arm around Josidiah's torso and stood, pulling him gently to his feet alongside her. Once she was sure he was steady, she began to walk at a slow pace, guiding him through the various tunnels of the den and pointing out various caves on the way: Where the food was made, where the pups were kept and taught, where their few weapons were kept, where most of the sleeping areas were, things like that. Eventually their roaming would lead them to the large sunken cave area with the firepit in the middle, where much of the tribe was gathered. She eased him onto a ledge covered with plush furs and settled in at his side.
"This is where we gather to socialize and eat. Stories and history are passed on here. It is also where decisions affecting the whole tribe are made." Sort of the societal hub of these dens.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 18:01:15 GMT -8
It was fascinating to see the caves, even if it was simple living. But it was enlightening in some form. He shuffled along beside Ifanna, careful to keep his balance, and even though the tour was short he was grateful when they came to a place to rest on the ledge. He eased into sitting back with his back on the stone wall, letting his tired gaze wander around the gathering den, looking over the many different wolves. It was actually very comforting to see, if not a little painful.
"It's lovely," he mutters, offering his doctor a small, weary smile. "Your... your people are very family oriented, hm?"
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Ifanna the Mender
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 29
Physical Description: Small for one of the Wildlings - and one of the Wolf Tribe - Ifanna stands slightly less than six feet tall. She has golden fur with white markings and patches of grey, and golden eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ifanna wears little in the way of clothing like many of her people, although she has a small amount of jewelry. She always has a leather belt around her hips that bears several small pouches, carrying the herbs and medicines that she uses in her craft.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Nov 19, 2016 10:22:56 GMT -8
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Post by Ifanna the Mender on Jan 22, 2017 11:46:47 GMT -8
"We are a pack. Although admittedly we are more intelligent and more structured than normal wolf packs. We are but a part of the larger Tribe of our People, a Tribe of which all the different tribes play a part. We balance each other and it is in this way that we stand together against outsiders. The basis for that unity and strength begins with the tight-knit bonds of family within the pack itself. Mates support each other, the whole pack cares for the pups, duties are shared.. everyone has their role, and they fill it as best they can, to better serve the whole."
She looked out on the tribe before her, watching as the youngsters laughed and taunted each other, as the elders spoke in quiet tones, and a few pregnant females were tended by their mates. They really were a cohesive family unit, built on smaller families, and all part of an even larger one.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2017 14:11:55 GMT -8
Watching the closely knit families like a larger family unit was actually a very refreshing thing. Or perhaps it would've been more appreciated by another - unfortunately, it made Josidiah's heart throb painfully. He really... really missed his own family, but they weren't coming back. The realization would leave a very pained and sorrowful expression across his face as he continued to watch. He went very quiet, not sure what he could say here.
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Ifanna the Mender
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 29
Physical Description: Small for one of the Wildlings - and one of the Wolf Tribe - Ifanna stands slightly less than six feet tall. She has golden fur with white markings and patches of grey, and golden eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ifanna wears little in the way of clothing like many of her people, although she has a small amount of jewelry. She always has a leather belt around her hips that bears several small pouches, carrying the herbs and medicines that she uses in her craft.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Nov 19, 2016 10:22:56 GMT -8
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Post by Ifanna the Mender on Jan 22, 2017 17:35:34 GMT -8
Ifanna missed the expression on his face.. but not the change in his scent. This drew her golden gaze toward the male, and that was when she saw the look he bore. Her ears laid back, recognizing the pain but not its source, and a low whine was briefly heard as her furry tail thumped against the fur-covered stone. After wrangling the mournful sound into silence, she spoke in a quiet tone, her ears still laid back and a concerned look on her lupine features.
"You smell of pure sadness. What has happened to make you feel this way?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2017 3:51:57 GMT -8
He couldn't bear to look her in the eye as he thought back to what destroyed his life. He took a heavy breath that was a touch shaky as he tried to keep himself in check to tell her what happened.
Then again... that kind of horror shouldn't ever be experienced by anyone. He would have to keep it short, if he could.
He clears his throat awkwardly, though his tone is still low and pained - broken just a little. "I had a wife. We had two children - a little boy and a little girl. I... I lost them all. They were taken away from me." He tried to speak further but a lump had formed in his throat, so his mouth closed and he brought a hand up to rub at his chest - it felt like his heart was genuinely hurting like his injuries. He had a feeling he wasn't going to be able to get past this... ever.
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