Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170806013615/@comment-17114085-20170807185607

Oros and his father were always at odds with one another and each time they clashed it was a test to see who would get their way. 9 times out of 10 it was Daemor. "Very well." He gestured for his companions to wait outside. In truth he didn't want to be alone with his father, it was this scenario that he dreaded the most.

Daemor kept an emotionless mask whenever there were other people around, but when it was just him and his family he let his true self out. Be it his kinder self or his harsher one. Because of his 'mask', it was impossible to tell which side of the coin you were getting until it hit you in the face. Though given how he was meeting his father for the first time in half a decade he was sure he'd get the harsher side.

The Lord sat down and kept his cane between his legs. "Sit." He commanded.

Oros did, but he told himself that it was because his father commanded it. They looked at each other for a bit, before the lad said. "You've been acting a lot different from what I expected."

Daemor glared at him. Their blue-ish lavender eyes locked. "Don't mistake my polite demeanor for kindness, boy."

''So this is polite? Calling my compatriots savages to their face...'' Oros thought.

"If you were not my son I'd wring your neck and feed you to Maeharion." Daemor continued.

Harsh side it is then. Oros confirmed.

"Not only did you run away from home but you had the audacity to steal from me. You took my father's dragon and my family's sword." His father added.

"Vaenyx and Ashrune are mine, I stole nothing." Oros argued. "Vaenyx bonded with me, he chose me, and I earned Ashrune by being the best fighter in this House."

"Nothing is yours. It all belongs to me and House Aeksion. I let you use them, that is all." Daemor retorted. "Yet now you arrive with the intention of making demands of me."

"That was when I thought you put out the bounty. It now seems that I need to head to Valyria and speak to Rhaegel." Oros said. He began to push himself up off the couch but stopped when Daemor hit his cane on the ground.

"Don't you dare walk away from me now, Oros. You bear the name of our founder, of our seat, act like it." Daemor said with a fury.

"Don't treat me like a child, father. I am my own man." Oros barked at him.

Daemor chuckled. "You have been given everything you've ever wanted for or needed. No, I've given you everything you've ever wanted for or needed. You are nothing but a spoiled brat that likes to lash out at the hand that feeds him."