doesn't own the boys, using without permission, hope to god the Naughty Dog doesn't mind.
noteabi just realized how confusing this is. mmk. yellow eyes: erol, teal eyes: torn, green eyes: ashelin, brown eyes: the baron.
i don't need a reason
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Through yellow eyes the young recruit stalked the form of the commander who paced across the stage in front of the podium. By all rights, Erol should have been paying attention to what the man was saying, but he could give an estimated guess – and besides, it wasn't at all important to him anyways.
The commander was tall, and lean with dreadlocked brown hair. His face was narrow, clean-shaven. While the commander paced, speaking forcefully and with gravely intonation, he ticked off the points of whatever-the-hell he was saying on his equally narrow, equally long fingers. Yellow eyes noticed the lack of gloves and the interesting strips of fabric between index and middle fingers; the heavy armouring on the right arm, the twin blasters strapped to lean thighs. As the commander twisted a final time before slamming his hands down on the podium and leaning forward, Erol noted the ten inch long blade strapped to the hoarse-voiced man's back.
His speech done, the commander stepped back, making room for, visually, a more intimidating figure. Yellow eyes didn't care, they followed the commander. Yellow eyes had no interest in the pompous Baron at the moment.
Teal eyes met yellow, and across Erol's face spread a grin the likes of which the commander had yet to see in his twenty-four odd years of life.
Teal eyes were distracted by green, while brown eyes watched Erol appraisingly.
The yellow eyes were set in a pale and freshly-tattooed face that was crowned by flaming hair. A grin bent that face into manic degrees. A gleam of obsession, or fanaticism, or insanity, or determination shone brightly from those twisted features.
Yellow eyes had found that which they sought in the man up on that dais. The man who whispered openly with the Baron's voluptious green-eyed daughter, who stood to the Baron's right, who lead the Baron's troops.
Erol would become that man.
Erol would destroy that man.
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