When Thunderbite, Daegon's legendary sword, carved through the body of the girl who killed Phasma, her blood seeped deep into the crevices of the blade, sating its lust for vengeance. In that single moment, Daegon's bloodlust was fulfilled and all the demons left his head, leaving the clarity of reason to fill that void. He realized what he had done in that moment, he had betrayed his duty to protect the chosen child and instead abandoned his fealty to the gods in favor of his heart, of his love for his dear friend.
And so the great knight had to rectify the situation. The weasels that had descended upon him as the woman he had slain revived herself were quickly dispatched with a nudge of his armored shins. The power of the gods once again surged through him, as duty and honor filled his veins. Like a flash, he darted back to the bathroom where he had taken the chosen child, only to find the boy's mother, Kirito, laying in a puddle of her own blood, faintly breathing from the exhaustion of birth. At first, he aimed to kill Kirito, but the twinkle of her blood soaked eyes urged him not to. But this could not be the second time he betrayed his duty.
He grabbed the weak and frail body of Kirito and put his dagger to his throat. Like a lion, awoken to hunt, he roars into the shocked and onlooking crowd,
"Asuna! Here is your husband! Now give me back his child or I will carve his throat like a baked potato!"
-her bunnies come to life from her desire to be alive and cute and stitch her back together- HAH! Now ur punishment for trying to kill little ole' me! -commands bunnies to tear his legs off- Eat THAT!!!!
It is said in the old stories that when great troubles befall men of the Tarkus household, the gods imbue into those men powers that do not belong to them. For a few moments, they become deified and can, as the old legends go, run like lightning. For the passengers of this train, this would appear to be true, as the heart-struck Daegon felt in his feet the old chantings of his grandma and grandpa, and from those incantations, he felt light and whimsical but ran faster than anything a man can see.
And so he appears into the cargo hold where Phasma was murdered. There was no time for mourning, only killing. To the far corner he saw a man sitting down with food in his hands. This man did not kill Phasma. To the other corner he saw two men, one of bulk and blond and the other of bone and black. These men were perhaps more busy seducing one another than murdering Phasma. Lastly, a woman stood next to the body of Phasma, herself all bloody and wet. Daegon was not a smart man, but he understood that she must've killed Phasma.
He unsheathed his legendary blade and before the blade was fully out of its scabbard, he had sliced the vile woman's body, head to toe. This was no bard's tale, Daegon was not going to give a long winded speech, as if he could, before doing the deed. He did what what he set out to do and after cleaning his drenched steel, he muttered to everyone in the room, who were all shocked at the site of the woman's carved body.
"Please pray for Phasma, my beautiful horse, one like equals one prayer." Daegon said.
When Daegon was but a boy, his father, Daeron, taught him the harsh lessons of life. He was given a rusty and worn sword, probably forged from the melted iron of some poor farmers toolshed, and sent into the wild with what belongings he had with him at the time. This was the ancient rite of passage, where a Tarkus would come into the wilderness a boy and leave it a man. His goal in this rite was clear to him, as it has been recited to him by his mother, Danon since he could listen. He is to kill a legendary Thunderscorpion and take it head back to his home as proof of such a feat. Long story short, he did this, but only with the help of the wild stallion that he mounted in the middle of his quest, the beautiful black stallion whom he'd call Phasma.
It is no surprise then that when Phasma was murdered in the cargo hold of the train, separated from his friend and companion, that Daemon could sense Phasma's demise even though he was in the far distance. Daemon has been wounded many times, though as skilled and armored as he is, great men with greater weapons have fought him and nearly bested him. But none of these wounds could compare to the sharp, burning pain that he felt in his heart from the sudden death of his dearest ally.
Daemon did not have memory of his actions. He knew only that he must race to comfort his fallen friend in his final moments. He knew that in this godly realm, he must enact vengeance on those who have perpetrated such a horrid deed. Of course, in the blindness of revenge, he did not realize that the father of the chosen child, Asuna, had recaptured the boy from Daemon's grasps. Neither did he feel Asunas broken blade attempt to penetrate his legendary armor. All he felt was the agony of his friends demise, and perhaps the straining of his legs as he began to run faster and faster.
*TAKES MJOLNIR OFF LOKI'S CHEST AND FLIES DOWN THE AISLES INTO ANOTHER TRAIN CART THING*
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name: Lashonda McLeish
age: 12
description of character: Lashonda is a lovely, polite girl. A little bit chummy but not over the line. She is always dressed in the most plain clothes possible. What could you say, a totally normal girl (as normal as one from the ghetto could get). But don't let the looks deceive you... Once she unzips that second-hand jacket she got for her 9th birthday, the innocent and chaste girl is long gone. Yes, she's only twelve and not yet flowered - any sane person would call her lewd activities immoral - but what wouldn't you do for a little peace of sausage! You gotta eat somehow... pic of character if u have one: any other details u would like to give: Lashonda comes for only $10! If you buy her now you'll het an extra jockstrap for free! P.S. Whimpering not included.
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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I GOT TIRED OF THEM *wriggles under weight* BABY COME BACK I WANT YOU BACK FOR GOOD
