08-26-2009, 07:04 AM
Alexander bowed and said "It is time War leader." He looked past him for a moment and caught a glimpse of Grace on the bed. He looked back at his War lord and locked eyes with him. Alexander was the second oldest creature to reside within the halls of Saxon history, his elven blood line not allowing age to take him. He had seen many things, but one of the rarest was what he now saw before him.
"It is not often..." He said softly. "That a saxon feels a wound as deep as the one you have suffered." He continued steadily, his voice strong and understanding. "We saxon live brutal lives of blood, death and pleasure and it has numbed most of us to the greatest pleasures in life. Pleasures like love. Unfortunately, feeling love also makes one vulnerable to some of the most horrible pains in life. Pains that can not be matched by that which can be inflicted on flesh. Pain you bear for the rest of your days."
Alexander reached up and placed his hand on Hunter's shoulder. "But all is not lost war leader." He looked past him towards the crib that held Hunter's sleeping child. "Love leaves much in its wake, not all of it bad and some of it is certainly worth living for, even dying for." He then shook his head, as if with regret and added "But such things are rarely for our kind Hunter. Even with a child to carry on your line, you will never stop feeling the pain of Grace's death and what would be a mend for others is but a meager bandage for us. This is what it is to be a Saxon."
Suddenly however, Alexander straightened and gripped Hunter's shoulder. "But being a Saxon means that we can achieve and ecstasy almost greater than love itself. It lasts only moments but it can be the single most fulfilling moment in our savage lives. Many say that they have achieved this, many claim to have felt it. But trust me hunter when I say that they are ALL lies. A saxon can only achieve this joy after suffering as you have. It is a joy exclusive to us, only for us, and forever within us. Do you know what this is Hunter?"
The champion of the Saxon's grinned and neared Hunter until his lips were nearly on the war leaders ear and whispered "Vengeance. True, delightful, unforgettable, Vengeance." He backed away and took out a second sword he had been carrying. He knelt before Hunter and raised the blade above his head. "Come Hunter. Let us be Saxons once more. We shall die as we live and live as we die." He awaited the war leader's response, knowing they would need his strength to win the day, or at least make it a bloody one.
"It is not often..." He said softly. "That a saxon feels a wound as deep as the one you have suffered." He continued steadily, his voice strong and understanding. "We saxon live brutal lives of blood, death and pleasure and it has numbed most of us to the greatest pleasures in life. Pleasures like love. Unfortunately, feeling love also makes one vulnerable to some of the most horrible pains in life. Pains that can not be matched by that which can be inflicted on flesh. Pain you bear for the rest of your days."
Alexander reached up and placed his hand on Hunter's shoulder. "But all is not lost war leader." He looked past him towards the crib that held Hunter's sleeping child. "Love leaves much in its wake, not all of it bad and some of it is certainly worth living for, even dying for." He then shook his head, as if with regret and added "But such things are rarely for our kind Hunter. Even with a child to carry on your line, you will never stop feeling the pain of Grace's death and what would be a mend for others is but a meager bandage for us. This is what it is to be a Saxon."
Suddenly however, Alexander straightened and gripped Hunter's shoulder. "But being a Saxon means that we can achieve and ecstasy almost greater than love itself. It lasts only moments but it can be the single most fulfilling moment in our savage lives. Many say that they have achieved this, many claim to have felt it. But trust me hunter when I say that they are ALL lies. A saxon can only achieve this joy after suffering as you have. It is a joy exclusive to us, only for us, and forever within us. Do you know what this is Hunter?"
The champion of the Saxon's grinned and neared Hunter until his lips were nearly on the war leaders ear and whispered "Vengeance. True, delightful, unforgettable, Vengeance." He backed away and took out a second sword he had been carrying. He knelt before Hunter and raised the blade above his head. "Come Hunter. Let us be Saxons once more. We shall die as we live and live as we die." He awaited the war leader's response, knowing they would need his strength to win the day, or at least make it a bloody one.
