;;Decisive;; [Kimber]

[Credo]

The cutting air battled against Credo's long coat. It was good to be home, at least he'd like to think he was born here. The demon really couldn't remember much about his past up until a certain point in his life. So there was no way of telling where he came from. But he favored Russia for whatever reason. Aside from the fact that this was doggie country and so cold it made his bones sometimes stiffen, it was rather enjoyable. As long as he didn't tred on an aggressive packs territory, he was fine. And as many times as he's visited, he knows where just about ever pack nestled themselves. Credo mainly sticked the the main roads when traveling on foot, seeing as Russia wasn't always as forgiving when it came to the people.

After taking a hot coco break, he continued on to his destination. He had recently received word of someone in need of an audience with him. And that he knew this person. Of course, the message didn't indicate just who it was that needed him right away. But whatever it was, it must of been urgent. He'd come all the way from America from seeing a friend he hadn't talked to for years. He was just about to be on his way, so it wasn't totally inconvenient. He came prepared with his favorite long coat, some stylish boots to keep his toes from freezing off, a warm long-sleeve shirt and jeans today. Last time he came utterly unprepared, telling himself "It wont be that cold.". He learned his lesson the hard way. Mother Russia is not always caring to those her walk her lands.

He was ordered to arrive at a small park on the edge of town by 5:00pm sharp. Him being an ex-follower of The Morrigan herself, time was always important to him. Being punctual was always his first priority when it came to meeting someone. The Morrigan always scolded him when we arrived late to anything at all. Even if she was not the one that beckoned him in the first place. But that's a story for another time.

Soon he arrived at said park, and strolled around for a bit. He didn't really know who he was looking for, but if this person had connections to him, then they would see him before he saw them. At least he was hoping it would be that easy. And that he was not beckoned for something bad. Or worst case scenario, being dragged by the legs, kicking and screaming back to Greece, the current strong-hold for demons at the moment. The last thing he wanted was to be dragged back into that harsh, demanding lifestyle. He preferred to go by his own rules.

Tgrass was covered in a thick, white sheet that sparkled against the evening sunset. The walk was quite pleasant and filled him with a sense of tranquility. The cold bothered most, but to Credo it was a welcome home card sprinkled in crystal snow. The sound of crunching under his boots soothed him like no other sound could. Russia was by far his favorite hang out spot. They didn't have good clothes that often, but he could live without a couple new outfits a week.



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[kimber]

The winter in Russia was not a forgiving time by any means, but it was a time that Kimber preferred. She loved cold weather, and the snow on the ground and wind in the air made it that much better. The slow rhythmic beat of her wings on the air soothed her. She replayed the what she had planned for the upcoming meeting in her mind over and over, making sure that she knew just what he would say to anything he replied with. She had only met the man a few times, but that had been enough. He was more concerned with his appearance than he was with fighting, but that did not mean his skills were to be down played. She had seen him spar on multiple occasions and had even fought with him on the battlefield once, though that was before she herself had changed sides. It had been some time since she had last seen him, and she had even heard that he had left the Morrigan’s army, but she was not convinced until she heard a small group talking of tracking him down. It was then that her father had sent the letter, upon her request, for him to meet her in the small Russian town.

She had only been to Mother Russia a few dozen times and she had loved it since day one. The extreme cold was her favorite environment, and if anywhere in the world sported it, it was Russia. She wore the black dress that was like a second skin while in demon form, and though most others would freeze, she was perfectly content. As the village came into view she angled herself downwards, aiming for the side of town opposite the park. Opting to walk the last couple of miles of her journey was something she did almost every time she was to meet someone as she was on this evening. The town was small, but familiar. She knew every coffee shop for miles, and the few hotel managers now knew her by name. This land was still occupied by humans, though not as much as some places. The settlements were few and far between because of the many packs of werewolves, whom she despised almost as much as the demon her ‘brother’ fought for. The wars had been going on since before she could remember, and since that time she had fought the werewolves as much as any other creature. Growing up in America the packs ran wild, and it was a particularly strange pack that had attacked her town. Most of the time they stayed to themselves, preferring to keep out of human business, but these had been feral, all of them. It was as if an entire family of humans had been turned at once and decided their town had been the perfect place to attack.

Though the werewolves were heavy on her mind she knew that this town would be safe. As she neared the park she once again took to the sky, searching for the man whom she was to meet. It only took her a couple of minutes before she spotted him and even less time to fly to a position directly behind him. Once she reached her desired position she pulled her wings to her back and fell, feet first, to the ground just paces behind the demon. When she hit she fell into a crouching position, her right hand shooting out to balance herself, and almost as quickly as she had fallen, she stood into a perfect posture, the scythe on her back showing over the top of her head. “Well, well, well. What do we have here? Credo, the mighty dog of the Morrigan, or should I say former dog, of the Great Beast. I hear you deserted her, much like I have, but I wasn’t sure until I overheard a few of your former soldiers talk of searching for you, and killing you if they found you.

Words:666(Demon? 666? Ironic?)
Tags: Credo
Notes: waaaaahcolddd!

[Credo]

The park seemed to circle around with a nicely paved path and a small fountain in the middle. Credo had never visited this town before, but he was sure there were many others he missed as well. The war had scattered settlements and large towns were taken over by wolves these days. The cities still maintained their human population surprisingly. However the wolves remained in Russia's back country. They preferred it there anyway. Away from all the troubling humans and dozens of acres of breathing room. The humans dared not enter Russia's remote areas. The quietest, most safe location could turn out to be a huge were-nest.

He continued around the circling park, enjoying the scenery around him. Credo hardly had time for such leisure lately. He was always running here and looking there. never was a day he remained at home and relaxed, feet propped on and the tv turned up loudly. But right now, that didn't like a terrible idea. War was not writhing here currently, so the place was hauntingly quiet.

Black snow boots left flat imprints as the demon strolled about. The vapor from his breath danced from his nose and into the air. Today was especially chilly it seemed. Luckily he brought gloves and his coat had thick pockets for just such days. He stopped as a thump on the hard pavement sounded behind him. He turned to see folded black wings. A demon. Another of his kind. He'd not seen another demon in forever. They were scarce in other parts of the world, most of them in league with Mother War and hiding under her wing. Credo was one of the few that chose to stay out of the bloodshed. He was one of the very few that escaped the shadow of her wing.

The winged figured stood before him, a woman. She was very beautiful for a demon. Most were grotesque and not at all charming. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? Credo, the mighty dog of the Morrigan, or should I say former dog, of the Great Beast. I hear you deserted her, much like I have, but I wasn’t sure until I overheard a few of your former soldiers talk of searching for you, and killing you if the found you." she announced. He chuckled to himself because it was true. He was the former dog of Mother War. He didn't regret living by her side and working under her all those years. In fact, it made him who he is today. Or at played a big part in it. Thanks to the unrelenting war life, he learned a lesson about the world. And that lesson was relearned every single day he stayed on that side. "The world can be a beautiful place. But it depends on what side you stand on." is what he always told himself. And he always dreamed of a better side to be on. So he could see that beauty he dreamed of.

Humorous he thought to himself. They were searching for him after all. And Kimber got smart and left like many others, including Credo. A smile plastered itself across his face as he chuckled the words out, "Well if it isn't none other than Kimber, The Ever Yapping."

[/i] he teased."And good luck to them, they havent found me not once since I left."[/i]. And they never will, he thought to himself. Credo was able to change his form at will. To anyone he saw fit. And no one would see though his mirage, not if he blatantly gave himself away or they were just that good. But no one was that good to Credo's knowledge. Maybe except The Morrigan. Maybe.
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Notes:[/color] They meet! :3
Tagged:[/color] Kimberrrr
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[kimber]

Unlike most people would, Credo turned slowly, apparently expecting for Kimber to find him. He was just as she remembered; his hair was perfect, his coat was stylish, he wore boots that she herself would wear if she didn’t already have a pair, and everything was in perfect order. He had been following the circular boarder of the quaint little park, his foot prints visible in the snow behind him. She could see his breath in front of him when she talked, and for a moment she didn’t think she could see hers, but it appeared eventually. When she stood up she heard the crunch of snow and knew that she was home at heart.

She had never loved anywhere as much as she had Russia. She had traveled there when she was thirteen in search of recruits for the Morrigan, and then again when she was fourteen to fight off a particularly irritating pack of werewolves who were sworn against Mother War herself. Since then she had been here, to this town and park to be more specific, to recruit for her father more times than she could count. Though that was true she had never stood facing someone she had known as long as she had known Credo. "Well if it isn't none other than Kimber, The Ever Yapping."he teased."And good luck to them, they haven’t found me not once since I left." It wasn’t until he spoke that she looked him directly in his amber colored eyes. They were beautiful, just as they were the day she first met him. He was an attractive man, and when he was in demon form his cat was a beautiful creature, especially for a demon. He was taller than her now, but only by about two inches, though without her boots that space would be made clearer.

It took her a moment to shake the thought of his eyes from her head, but once she had she spoke again, “I have no doubts in what you say Zim, but none the less, they are searching. I doubt if you ever let them find you they could fend for themselves, but that would just be tough for them. That’s not why I’m here though. We have something more important to discuss today, my old friend, and I was talking about your age, not the length of time I’ve known you.” With that she shot him a wink and turned on her heal, walking towards a small gazebo that was set on the outer edge of the park. It was set under the low branches of the Russian conifer’s, and the light was just right around it to not be seen if you didn’t want to be, even though that wouldn’t be a problem with her powers. Once she reached the small roofed area she wiped snow from one bench and sat, leaving enough room for him, though she knew it would be a tight fit; that was part of her plan.


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Notes: Attractive Demon ftw?
Tags: Credoooo

[Credo]

Credo blinked knowledgeably. Kimber had been a fellow comrade of his once upon a time. They weren't close friends, but they did share their good times together off the battle field. Kimber was always the "smarty pants" of the group, and she was still as sassy as ever it seemed. An air of power seeped from her frame. She had grown quite a bit since they last saw each other. Now Kimber didn't look as small and adorable as she used to way back when. It was actually quite refreshing to be able to see and speak to her again. It'd be years since Credo made any contact with his fellow soldiers. Some of which probably aren't even walking the same earth as he anymore.

A smile traced his face briefly as he remember those days. Those times of grief and strife. At one point he enjoyed it more than anything. he exhilarating feeling of battle about to break. And the feeling of a long fought for victory. He was once apart of the most elitist of warriors fighting for Mother War. However, the fighting grew old and Credo lost his passion for it. The muse for battle long drained away by the time he left, he felt almost no remorse for leaving his comrades behind. Now he'd preferred to make friends than enemies, but his ex-comrades see it differently. Credo committed treason beyond belief. Desertion. Abandonment. Something that would weigh heavy on his shoulders for as long as he lived. But he refused to think of himself as a coward like others would. He refused to see it as treason. He saw it as a self-termination.

The demoness went on to speak, "“I have no doubts in what you say Zim, but none the less, they are searching. I doubt if you ever let them find you they could fend for themselves, but that would just be tough for them. That’s not why I’m here though. We have something more important to discuss today, my old friend, and I was talking about your age, not the length of time I’ve known you.”

It took a while to register, but then he realized just what she was getting at. "Ha, ha... Very funny."

[/i] he nodded and laughed a bit, following her to the bench under the gazebo on the far end of the park. He hadn't even noticed it was there. On top of that, it looked like a nice place for a cat nap if he were to ever have the want to sleep under the stars. Which was something he didn't do too often. But it always made him more in tact with himself and his thoughts. More relaxed and tranquil, despite the nipping cold.


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Notes:[/color] Oh Kimber you make me giggle
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[kimber]

A slight smile came to Astri’s face as the other demon laughed. Even when she had known him as a warrior he had always had a sense of humor, and had never been able to resist laughing at her, even though she was young. In the demon world though, this wasn’t anything that was unusual. With demons that ranged from toddlers to thousands of years old there were always relationships that humans would have felt were strange. She had also had an attraction to him, though she never would have told anyone. He had been here leader on the battlefield, and they had known each other outside of the war, though not very much. They had talked quite often, but their conversations were always cut short because of some business one or both of them had to attend too. In time they had all but given up any attempt at deeper conversation, but the thought had never truly left Kimber’s mind. Even now, as she sat with him under the gazebo, she was wondering if she would be able to talk more to him in the future.

As he sat beside her the young half-demon felt the warmth of his leg beside hers. The blazing heat was an extreme change from the bitter cold that surrounded them, and she slide even close still as he settled in. “I don’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ve actually missed our conversations C. I quite enjoyed talking to you.” Even as she said it she knew she should stick to the game plan, but there was something that she could not do. She had trained for years for moments such as this, but with just one look all of her teachings had been washed away. As she caught herself thinking this she slid away from the man, making an attempt at the conversation she had intended for him she said, “My father, and I assume you know who that is at this point, is looking for more of his kind, as well as my kind. We are strong now, but not nearly strong enough to face her, not yet anyway. Not long ago, maybe a couple of weeks, he spoke of you, saying you were a fierce warrior, and I remembered you as well. We would like for you to join us in our fight against the Morrigan.” Even the daughter of the former demon lord was smart enough to whisper the last few sentences, and as she did she slid closer to him once again, placing a hand on his knee and looking at him with her now deep purple eyes.
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Tags:Good Ole Credo
Notes: Oh Ooolala xD

[Credo]

Credo sat back and hung his arms over the back of the bench, sighing contently. At least with Kimber it wasn't always business. The two always had room for side conversations occasionally. And Credo never minded her poking fun at him about being much older than herself. “I don’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ve actually missed our conversations C. I quite enjoyed talking to you.” she said. It was good to know she was fond of their conversations as well. Because he'd missed them just as much. My father, and I assume you know who that is at this point, is looking for more of his kind, as well as my kind. We are strong now, but not nearly strong enough to face her, not yet anyway. Not long ago, maybe a couple of weeks, he spoke of you, saying you were a fierce warrior, and I remembered you as well. We would like for you to join us in our fight against the Morrigan.”, her words trailed off into a whisper. It was wise of her to do so. The Morrigan had eyes and ears everywhere. Places or people you would least expect. Her scouts scoured the world in search of random tidbits of information that could prove useful as to the moves of her foes. Or future foes in this case.

The demon's eyes narrowed at the mention of that name. Eyes focused straight ahead, though with no real target, he remained quiet for sometime. Taking everything into consideration and weighing every single pro and con. A dicey decision, and a somewhat personal one. "You do know what your asking of me, right?"

[/i] he said sternly, eyes still focused ahead.The Morrigan was like his mother at one point. He never got the chance to know his real mother, so the only woman he ever took orders from eventually became that "mother" figure he always dreamed of having. She taught him everything he needed to know during his time of growth. What else could she have possibly been to him? Asking him to go against Mother War was like asking a child to take a knife to his mothers neck. It was that serious to him. And he didn't know if he could bring himself to do such a thing.

Kimber slid closer to him, and placed a hand on his knee. Her eyes seemingly peering into his very being. For a moment he returned the gaze, but promptly rose to his feet and stood, throwing his head back and sighing loudly from his mouth. Amber eyes peered through the clouds above and the demon slipped his hands into his coat pockets. "I..."[/i] he mumbled, staring at the frosty grass below. "I dont know. I dont think I can, Ast. I mean..."[/i] his thoughts trailed off and he held his mouth open slightly, trying to find the words he wanted, but to no avail. He sighed once more, giving up and shrugging lightly. It truly was a hard choice for him to make.

In all honesty, Credo did want the senseless bloodshed of his people to stop once and for all. But deep down, he knew he couldn't kill his only "Mother" figure. She was all he had, the closest thing he had to family. Any other demon would be easier to snuff out. But this was quite personal on levels he couldn't describe or understand.


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Notes:[/color] Decisions, Decisions
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[kimber]

Kimber smiled as she stood. "You do know what you’re asking of me, right?”
She knew exactly what she was asking from him. She had done the same thing, leaving the only family she ever knew, when she left her brother. She hated him, but that was because of what he was. He’d been beautifully kind to her for her entire life, but he was an abomination, killing off humans as if they were nothing but animals. She despised him for that, almost as much as she hated the Morrigan herself. She was the devil, pretty literally.

That had been her father’s job once, but he was different. He was nothing like the woman who ran the world today. He was a compassionate man, allowing the humans and other creatures to live. He stayed in the Underworld, coming out only to watch and observe, unless there was a complaint from one of his citizens, or anything else he had to work out. Now, he was assumed dead. Or at least he had been. It was starting to change though. Demons were in the process of joining their forces, and that was why she was here now; she was trying to pull the demon into their ranks.

[/b]"I..." he mumbled, staring at the frosty grass below. "I don’t know. I don’t think I can, Ast. I mean..."[/b] She knew that he would give in eventually, but he also knew that it wouldn’t be an easy thing to force. She would have to be easy, use his emotions to pull him in.

“Cred, we need you. I know what the Morrigan means to you. We wouldn’t ask you to go face to face with her, but you know how her forces work. You would mainly be a tactician. My father watched you for quite a long time and he knows your strengths. He knows how you are with people, and he loves your charisma.” She knew that he loved praise, and did her best to play to that aspect of his personality. She could only hope he would agree, and that it wouldn’t take too much longer. She had things to attend to.

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[Credo]

Kimbers words were indeed encouraging him to move toward that choice of following her. However it was indeed a touchy subject of which Credo always tried his best to avoid. Every time any sort of relationship and himself combined with the Morrigan all in the same sentence, he was never really a fan of talking about it. He would always try to cover it up with a smile. In fact, 70% of the time he did that it was in response to something he was trying to shrug off. The Morrigan in general, the name itself brought back memories of old that were no longer welcome to dwell inside his mind with other thoughts. He wouldn't allow them to mingle and become something bigger. An idea of which he might soon sorely regret.

Kimber was his friend. A good friend. But he soon realized just what it was she was trying to do. It was her profession. Something she was known for. Something he remembered her by. Her ability to pick up on emotions and use them to her advantage. She'd done it so much in her prior years with him, he had some sense of picking up on it here and there. Talking was one of Kimber's biggest strengths. A weapon of which couldn't always be countered as easily as it could be used. Some people never picked up on such things. And let Kimber weave her web of words around them. Trapping them and pulling them in until she could draw what she wanted from them. Not that it was always a bad thing. And not that Kimber always intended to use it for her own personal gain. Credo knew she would never try to convince him to do something for her own gain and only her gain. Kimber probably wasn't that kind of gal. Then again, Credo hadn't seen her for years. A lot can change about a person in just one year alone. So really, he had nothing to go off of.

A teeny chuckle left his mouth. Not the type that was loud and drawn out. But a simple one syllable "Heh" as he gathered his thoughts and molded them into something of a sentence or sentences he hoped Kimber would clearly understand and not take offence. I know what you're trying to do, Kimber darling."

[/i] he said, turning back to her again and smiling that charming smile of his. "Im indifferent at this point in time. Give me time to think about it. Don't count in it though." he said, plucking her softly in the nose, a reminder of their old days working along side one another. He remembered they were certainly closer than most were to each other under The Morrigan. Pulling pranks in the barracks and sneaking late night snacks from the cafeteria. They were the troublesome bunch, they were. That was one of the main things Credo missed about those times.

The air was thick with tension. The topic they were discussing was very sensitive. Not to mention Mother War had eyes and ears everywhere, every corner of the world. Credo knew that very well. As he used to be one of those sets of eyes and ears. He wanted to change the subject though. For now, something more casual. A little time to catch up on what he'd been missing while so far apart from Kimber. "You're a busy gal, I know. But I wanna know how you've been all this time. You're certainly not that skimpy little gremlin I remember."[/i] he joked. "Running up and down the halls of the barracks screaming like Hell was on your heels and waking everyone up."[/i] he said, making the motion of running with his fingers, laughing and remembering the angry expressions on peoples' faces. Including his at some points.
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Notes:[/color] Childhood buddies :3
Tagged:[/color] Kimmeh!
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[kimber]

Kimber smiled. At this point she knew all she had to do was talk to him. Even though he told her not to count on it, she knew him, and knew that he would end up with her, doing mostly as she told him to do. It had always been that way, and that was how he had always got in trouble. She sat down once again, and as she did he plucked her. A smile crossed her face, and her cheeks turned red just as they did every time he did that. It was a reminder of their childhood, the time she missed so much, the time that was truly not that long ago, but seemed as if it had been centuries. Her eyes shone with memories of running through the halls, playing jokes on others, and sneaking out at night to meet up. Though the security was tight around Mount Olympus, there were always demons flying in and out, so two people leaving in the dead of night never seemed too abnormal. They would fly over the country side, and out over the ocean some nights. There was no better feeling than flying with your best friend over the salty wind of the Mediterranean.

She doubt that, at that time, either of them knew that they would be in the position they’re in today: one on the run from the Morrigan, the other secretly spying on her. She almost wished she could go back to that time. She missed the hours of training without fear, the time she spent with her brother before she saw him as a monster, the time her and Credo had spent, and the love she had hidden from him. But that was the past, and the past was to stay in the past. Now, it was different, now she would do anything to destroy the place she once called home.

Suddenly she was snapped from her thoughts by the sound of Credo’s voice, "You're a busy gal, I know. But I wanna know how you've been all this time. You're certainly not that skimpy little gremlin I remember." he joked. "Running up and down the halls of the barracks screaming like Hell was on your heels and waking everyone up."

With a laugh on her lips, she began to speak, “If you remember correctly, hell was on my heals, and its name was Credo. You were forever chasing me! But, I have been well. It’s hard work really, traveling so much between Ital-…my father, and Greece. I’m just thankful that Brysin is an idiot, I would never be able to get away if he paid more attention to me instead of trying to protect me so much. I still raise a little hell when I can though, anything to make her mad is something to make me happy.”

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Tags: Credo The Bi Demon d:
Notes: Ah The Memories

[Credo]

Kimber's cheeks seemed to glow in the winter atmosphere. She blushed like a certain other person he knew. Credo enjoyed being with Kimber this short time they'd been talking. The last time they saw each other was a few years ago, but not truly that long. However it seemed like an eternity ago. He was still young for his age, but he felt like an old man. Reminiscing about the past. Working under The Morrigan wasn't all that bad. With Kimber by his, and a few others that looked up to the two, it wasn't truly a nightmare. Only when they were thrown into the midst of the front lines, only did the events of losing some of his closest friends among all the fighting did it really make him nervous. Credo had lost a great many friends and acquaintances to war. Some of them did not affect him much. Other's deaths, crushed him. Credo very well understood that he shouldn't get close to his comrades in such a way. It affected his mental status, clouding his judgment. And in turn, that affected his work. Sometimes slightly, and other times drastically. Credo wasn't one to break out in a flood of tears about the ground, but sometimes he wanted to do that. He usually just covered it up with his iconic smile when someone asked what was the matter. Other times it was clear, as he would stay in his bed all day. Without a word to anyone else.

However those times were behind him. And he no longer had to worry about losing to many people close to him at once. For he had not many friends anymore. Ever since he left the shadow of The Morrigan for others to wallow under. Credo was his own person now. And almost everything about him had changed. He was passive and quiet. Unlike his former self who was loud and boisterous, not afraid to point out that someone was doing something completely wrong. And most certainly not afraid to take on the biggest and burliest men in the barracks. And that was what people loved about the former Credo. The fact that he was fearless and didn't care what anyone thought of him. Whether he won or lost in a sparring match, he always wore that iconic smile he still has today.

Kimber was still his friend. Even now. But then again, they both had something in common. They did not serve The Morrigan any longer, and sought ways to end her reign of terror. Be it directly or indirectly. "If you remember correctly, hell was on my heals, and its name was Credo. You were forever chasing me! But, I have been well. It’s hard work really, traveling so much between Ital-…my father, and Greece. I’m just thankful that Brysin is an idiot, I would never be able to get away if he paid more attention to me instead of trying to protect me so much. I still raise a little hell when I can though, anything to make her mad is something to make me happy." Kimber said. "But I almost always caught you, now didn't I?"

[/i]. Another crossed his mind. Brysin. Kimber's older brother. Credo already had his opinions on him, and they were the same as when he first developed them. "Brysin..."[/i] Credo began, "Still a workaholic with no sense of humor about him? He really needs to learn to live, eh." [/i] he said, shrugging. That "eh" always attached itself to the end of his sentences only when he was being a smartass. And that's how people knew he was being sarcastic or just being a jerk.

Credo never really knew Brysin that well. He knew him for a stony, never smiling, never laughing creature. He worked day in and day out, seemingly wanting to prove himself when he probably wasn't. Credo being the jealous mama's boy he was, he always felt compelled to compete with Brysin. However Brysin always found a way to impress Mother War seemingly better than Credo. He wasn't sure if Brysin saw The Morrigan the same way he did. But either way, he couldn't stand the fact that "Mommy" might like him more than Credo. Sometimes it just irritated him, and other times it enraged him. But Credo wasn't the loud raging type. He was the silent, white hot fuming type. And when he was upset, you knew it. Because he remained silent and all the cheerful air and vibes about him completely diminished. Distinguished like a fire drowned under water. However, not things like that didn't bother him anymore. Brysin could have her. But Credo would always see her as a maternal figure. She taught him most of what he knew today. And some of his habits even reflected hers if one truly paid attention.

"Ah... You make me feel old."[/i] he chuckled and smiled.
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