Tydus continued to surprise the older Svefra more and more. Everyone considered Kel to be the violent, sociopathic, needlessly cruel and aggressive brother. Tydus was the level headed, thinker, more professional and business oriented podmate. But anyone looking at the two of them now would have never guessed which was which.
Watching Tydus, Kel could feel a tinge of jealousy rile up in his chest. Tydus was having all the fun while Kel was forced to sit on the sidelines and observe. He wasn’t used to being on that side of the fence, he preferred to be elbow deep into the mess of things. But it worked to his advantage. If Tydus gave into his emotions more often and stopped thinking everything through all the time, it would allow them to enjoy themselves more often. Well, enjoy what Kel enjoyed doing more often.
Tydus usually didn’t interfere with the Svefra’s choice of entertainment, that was the “Lia’s” job to try and tell Kel what he could and couldn’t do. So far she hadn’t been successful. But if Tydus loosened up and dove a little deeper into his darker side, allowed Kel to teach him a few things, the two could get into a lot of trouble together. And from what he was seeing, Tydus had a lot of untapped potential.
Kel was snapped from his musing as Tydus drove the point of the dagger through the thief’s hand, pinning it to the deck. A blood curling scream rent the air as flesh was parted and blood drenched the deck. Kel looked at Tydus, appraisingly. Maybe they were more similarities between them than Kel realized. He had done that exact same thing to another man a few seasons back for angering him. Of course Kel had pinned every limb to the deck with a different weapon before carving up his opponent’s chest with the blade until he bled out, feeling every moment of pain.
But it was a start.
Kel was equally surprised when Tydus ripped the kukri free and shoved it deep into the man’s chest. A kill strike. Once a man’s life was taken, there was no going back. A part of the killer’s soul died whether the kill was in self defense or cold blood murder, it left the soul a little darker, a little more broken, and forever tainted. Spilt blood stained, haunted the mind. Faces of those lives that had been taken, forever cursed to chip away at the person’s sanity until there was nothing left but the broken shell of a being. It was known by all who had taken the lives of others, whether new or veteran yet was rarely spoken of.
As the shock registered on the thief’s face, his gaping mouth opening and closing silently as he stared down at the hilt of the dagger, something sparked in Kel’s eyes as he stared at Tydus.
Respect.
"Get the anchor. We're going to deliver this son of a shyke to Laviku himself."
A wicked grin stretched across Kel’s face at the Svefra’s words. Humming contently to himself, completely unperturbed by the events, Kel crossed the deck and rummaged through a storage locker sitting beside the cabin door. After a few moments, the black haired Svefra returned with a coil of hemp.
He moved past the two, tossing the coiled rope beside the man and stopped beside the anchor that was propped up beside the gunwale near the bow. Kel wrapped both hands around it and heaved, grunting noisily as he strained to carry it. He dropped it with a thud beside the severely wounded thief, slightly winded from the exercise. Kel knelt beside the motionless man, seeing that his chest was rising and falling slowly. Kel knew the man didn’t have long to live. He left the blade where it was, knowing if he took it out he would bleed to death in that moment.
The Svefra maneuvered the man roughly so that his back was pressed up against the anchor and quickly began winding the rope around his body and the metal device. A few chimes pasted and then it was completed.
Kel looked over at Tydus and grinned.
“Ready to send Laviku a present?”
Watching Tydus, Kel could feel a tinge of jealousy rile up in his chest. Tydus was having all the fun while Kel was forced to sit on the sidelines and observe. He wasn’t used to being on that side of the fence, he preferred to be elbow deep into the mess of things. But it worked to his advantage. If Tydus gave into his emotions more often and stopped thinking everything through all the time, it would allow them to enjoy themselves more often. Well, enjoy what Kel enjoyed doing more often.
Tydus usually didn’t interfere with the Svefra’s choice of entertainment, that was the “Lia’s” job to try and tell Kel what he could and couldn’t do. So far she hadn’t been successful. But if Tydus loosened up and dove a little deeper into his darker side, allowed Kel to teach him a few things, the two could get into a lot of trouble together. And from what he was seeing, Tydus had a lot of untapped potential.
Kel was snapped from his musing as Tydus drove the point of the dagger through the thief’s hand, pinning it to the deck. A blood curling scream rent the air as flesh was parted and blood drenched the deck. Kel looked at Tydus, appraisingly. Maybe they were more similarities between them than Kel realized. He had done that exact same thing to another man a few seasons back for angering him. Of course Kel had pinned every limb to the deck with a different weapon before carving up his opponent’s chest with the blade until he bled out, feeling every moment of pain.
But it was a start.
Kel was equally surprised when Tydus ripped the kukri free and shoved it deep into the man’s chest. A kill strike. Once a man’s life was taken, there was no going back. A part of the killer’s soul died whether the kill was in self defense or cold blood murder, it left the soul a little darker, a little more broken, and forever tainted. Spilt blood stained, haunted the mind. Faces of those lives that had been taken, forever cursed to chip away at the person’s sanity until there was nothing left but the broken shell of a being. It was known by all who had taken the lives of others, whether new or veteran yet was rarely spoken of.
As the shock registered on the thief’s face, his gaping mouth opening and closing silently as he stared down at the hilt of the dagger, something sparked in Kel’s eyes as he stared at Tydus.
Respect.
"Get the anchor. We're going to deliver this son of a shyke to Laviku himself."
A wicked grin stretched across Kel’s face at the Svefra’s words. Humming contently to himself, completely unperturbed by the events, Kel crossed the deck and rummaged through a storage locker sitting beside the cabin door. After a few moments, the black haired Svefra returned with a coil of hemp.
He moved past the two, tossing the coiled rope beside the man and stopped beside the anchor that was propped up beside the gunwale near the bow. Kel wrapped both hands around it and heaved, grunting noisily as he strained to carry it. He dropped it with a thud beside the severely wounded thief, slightly winded from the exercise. Kel knelt beside the motionless man, seeing that his chest was rising and falling slowly. Kel knew the man didn’t have long to live. He left the blade where it was, knowing if he took it out he would bleed to death in that moment.
The Svefra maneuvered the man roughly so that his back was pressed up against the anchor and quickly began winding the rope around his body and the metal device. A few chimes pasted and then it was completed.
Kel looked over at Tydus and grinned.
“Ready to send Laviku a present?”
Legend
Fratava
Kel's Common
Kel's Thoughts
PC/NPC
Fratava
Kel's Common
Kel's Thoughts
PC/NPC
