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  • all i ever wanted was the truth :: open, raGE

    [justify]The dark apprentice stood at the mouth of the ice cave, rotating his shoulders. The collision between his side and a pillar of ice had been enough to have Ben call it quits for the day—his shoulder blade ached as if it had been burned fiercely. He padded only a few steps at a time, making his way to a small ottoman and lamp that had been recently placed in the living area. He questioned the placement of the lamp—there was nothing to plug it into, rendering it useless. Nonetheless, he sat here, deep in though, plain face held with a silent scowl and narrowed eyes.


    He pondered of his decision to live here. The Brotherhood ... he wasn't so sure if he liked it here, but he couldn't go anywhere else. There was nothing more to do at this point but to find a new motive. A younger self would've liked to think he would try to reunite his mother and father again ... but now, his thoughts and intentions for them were clouded in darkness.

  • all i ever wanted was the truth :: open, raGE

    [justify]It wasn't that Ben Solo was very sociable either—but he most certainly knew they balance of respect and disrespect. So when Direpromise approached him, the male stood up straight, her dark, brooding gaze reflecting on the male. It was almost as if he wore a mask—you might think you see a flash of anger or amusement, but it was never certain. But when the wolf snagged a command at him, his expression was clear—distaste. For someone with such a susceptible mind, he did not take kindly to orders from strangers—but it didn't mean he would deny them.


    "I was under the impression that demanding someone of their identity was an invasion of privacy, that I can mind myself and you can mind yours. My name is Ben Solo, as it seems you care so much to know." The impatient apprentice would retort, rich, deep voice like ice. He hadn't come across someone of Direpromise's demeanor up until now. His long face would tilt up then. "Is this all you have to say to me? To belittle me and dig through my personal time?" Perhaps the melanistic serval was expanding things into a hyperbole of sorts, but he enjoyed to do that. Take things and pull them to the end of their extreme.

  • all i ever wanted was the truth :: open, raGE

    [justify]Oh great and powerful Ben Solo. He snorted in response. It didn't quite have the proper ring to it, nothing was menacing about the name Ben, he supposed. His mother had said the Ben before him had been a wise and powerful man far beyond his time, but he never earned any of the details. He never got specifics to his mother ... he always felt as though she lied to him, or told the truth, but not the entire story. That's why, when that man appeared to him when he was younger, he felt at ease when he heard the truth about everything that had come before him. That man ... that man had told him to do those terrible things, to—


    "Maybe someone else in your life belittled you."


    The apprentice's head immediately snapped in the direction of Direpromise's, his bruised shoulder blade pulsing with pain. A dark look shadowed his face, and he grimaced with a voidless look. "Why would you say that?" At first Ben seemed exasperated, but there was something in his bleak eyes—rage. "What gave you the right to say that!" Now he was the one demanding, his tall figure standing before the dire wolf, looking a flame with an incredulous expression.


    "You ... you ..." Every muscle in his body was tense, and his sharp eyes narrowed directly on to Direpromise. He was breathing heavy, breathing fast. The anger was blinding—it was red and he was sad and he was terrified at the words of the male. And so he shuddered for moment, and then whipped around to slam the lamp beside him to the ground. It fell forcibly, shattering against the ice ground. He turned back to the dire wolf, releasing a frustrated growl. Terrible, terrible. What he believed to be a mask he could wear to hide away in, now was gone. There was terror, rage, sadness, all across his long, dark face, in the form of tears.


    His shoulder once again was blossomed in pain as he whipped around, his back to Direpromise, he kicked and swung at the shards of the lamp. "You ... you need to leave me alone!" He spat out to the male behind him. Things had escalated so badly ... too much ... too much for his temper.

  • 你是我的小呀小平果 > OPEN SPARRING

    [justify]"I will."


    He was pulsing with rage. Perhaps it wasn't directly the words of Direpromise that drove him over the edge, into a blinded world of red fury. But maybe it was the words that brought up his past, and the thought of his younger days stung even more bitterly then he had expected. He always thought he was in sync with himself ... but he felt like he was losing control of his emotions. Please, show these emotions to the will of strength. Turn his pain into power, his anger into strength.


    "If you aren't up to fight her. I don't have any powers, but I have no care whether you use any. If not ... then ..." The black serval huffed, rolling his strained shoulder. If the Viceroy decided to spar with Cherrypaw, Ben Solo might find some Exilers to mess with. He new that Iason was much more experience than him, but Ben couldn't care either way. He needed to do something, anything, to release this energy.

  • this impossible year : joining

    [justify]"Why do you wear those jewels?"


    The huff of the dark tom was in no way arrogant or impatient, surprisingly, but his tone was rather deep and slow. His beady black eyes watched Arista with thought, though it was hard to tell just exactly what he thought of the joiner. Ben himself wasn't all too sure either. She appeared to have a docile nature, though the mount of jewels on her head told otherwise. She seemed quite intricate, or rather, high-maintenance, as he would see it. The tall black serval would watch her for a moment it so, long face tilted downwards before he murmured, "I'm Ben Solo."

  • rolling freight train :: private

    [justify]"I don't believe I should be proud of such a reputation ..."


    The serval apprentice's remark echoed darkly in the cavern as he turned to face Cavalrychoirs, sharp black eyes narrowed finely. "Yet, I am not ashamed to admit that, yes, I am." The older child would remark then, a devil-like grin working it's way on to his rather long face. This man was quite snide, or perhaps maybe just a perfect match for Ben to rebute against ever single chance he got. The Solo quite liked to do that to a majority of people, it was easy for him to get into the narrows of one's mind—though he didn't know his own all too well.


    "Of course there is—but either way, I'm here to watch over you. Though, it seems you've already busied yourself." Ben would blink at the male once again, taking notice of the messy arrangement of papers. "Should I be suspicious?"