Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20190802233120/@comment-38998054-20190803181512

Psychomantis108 wrote: "Maybe not but... I just like the idea." Leyt admitted, running his fingers over her hip.

"Oh? So far I do too, "Jessie giggled, "What did you have in mind?"

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Hagen wondered down the silent snow laden streets of Windhelm. His thoughts were internal emotions only as he smoked his cigar and blew smoke into the snow misting skies. He felt terrible for doing what ge did to Shagra, but to him, it was for the best. His scars were too deep, some too deep for even him to see. He could never treat her the way she deserved. It's hard to hold a love for anyone in your heart when you have never loved yourself. Did that make him a terrible person? Was he a person at all? These were questions he longed and dreaded to be answered. And in these moments, where he walked the streets of the High King's City, being born of the native blood, in his country at war for its freedom, he felt conceited as he only contemplated his future, his desires, and his identity. Shouldn't he be worried about the victims of the lycans they were meant to save? Then why was he more worried about the way the others would look at him after they would inevitably see the darkest side of lycanthropy? Shouldn't he be worried about Leyt, Quen, and Jack's plight? Then why did he only care about losing his first friend and no longer having her as a distraction? Shouldn't he be concerned about Shagra's feelings? Then why was he more worried about how he wouldn't be good enough for her?

Silent snow began to fall and coat his attire and his breath clouded in small wisps as he stared at the ground, continuing in his thoughts...