i think i spelt it right...
anyway, new stuff here. hope you like it...first time i've written it from this guy's perspective, so it may be completely wrong...and short...
oh, and i'm thinking of putting all the drakengard stuff together, but i'm not sure how, and i don't wanna lose all my reviews...any suggestion?
It wasn't fair!
"I don't care what you do. It's been decided."
He never listened! Never!
"We're going to the elven village. I won't risk Furiae's safety on a bodiless and nameless voice your dragon hears."
Caim said nothing, just stared at the redhead with that look Inuart knew all too well. That look of pity, of scorn. But that would change, wouldn't it? That would change when Inuart proved that it was the right thing to do, right? And then Caim would finally realise that it was Inuart that had all the ideas, Inuart that was best for protecting Furiae, not her brother. Not the bloodthirsty monster. Furiae needed someone sensible, someone who could keep their sanity when they fought. Yes. The elven village would prove everything.
With a voiceless sigh the brunet got up and moved over to Furiae. He stroked her cheek gently and she nodded, giving him a little smile. Kissing her forehead, he retreated to his tent for the night. Furiae gave a little sigh and stretched, eyes always on her brother, even when he disappeared from sight.
"Good night, big brother."
Inuart clenched his fists as he watched the little exchange. They shared a bond, those two. Didn't even have to speak to know what the other was saying. Inuart wanted that bond. Inuart wanted that love. Furiae stood and bid him good night before crawling into her brother's tent, leaving Inuart alone to his thoughts. Alone.
Growling softly he punched the dirt. Damn him! Damn Caim, damn that demon to the deepest pits of hell! He always stole everything from Inuart, everything! And half the time the idiot didn't even realise! He didn't deserve it!
…And you do?
Caim only made that pact to show off, to show how high and mighty he was compared to the peasant Inuart. He knew it was, he knew! And…and…
He dug his clawed gauntlet into the ground, shredding the earth. Glaring at the fire, he saw his face, watching him, taunting, mocking. Laughing. The redhead bit his lip till it bled.
"Stop it. I can be just as good as you. I know I can."
Furiae appeared, and he lashed out, ensnaring the Goddess in his iron grasp. Her mouth opened in a voiceless scream, and he reached out to her, whispering her name. And he dragged her further away, trailing clawed fingers lightly over his beloved's pale neck. Inuart lurched forwards…
"Ah! Damn!" He hissed and sucked his burnt fingers. The images in the fire disappeared, and the fire danced again. Damn Caim. He always was best. Always. Best at fighting, best at hunting, best at foraging…even Inuart's own father liked Caim better than him. He was even better at love. Damn him for stealing Furiae away. He had seen the looks his betrothed had given her brother - looks of longing and need. Inuart would never have those looks, just like he would never have her. And it was all Caim's fault.
"Caim," he muttered, spitting it like poison. Always…but things would change, oh Gods would they change. They weren't boys anymore. Inuart would win. And the elven village was only the beginning.
