Inside the Mage Tower

[Syn Thornheart]

Those hues would be closed as he slammed the doors shut to his towers. Opening his eyes he would start to walk. After the events that happened that night, he was just upset and mad at a couple of things. He needed to find someway to take his anger out. So he did the one thing that came to his mind, he walked to his small training arena on the top floor of his tower. There at one corner was a rather large leather bag, filled with pieces of rocks, stone, anything that was a solid form and was hard as hell. Cracking his fingers he started to slam those fist into the bag. Snapping, cracking, and just bones breaking would echo along the halls of his tower. With each hit, his hands regenerated the broken bones within' his hands. Yet the pain didn't seem like it stopped him. He just kept on going, like if there was no stop to his anger. His eyes went from lavender, to a dark red color. His skin was turning darker than usual. His demon was finally awakening slowly. All of the thoughts that he had since he got his memory back. All of the emotions he has had since then, now kicked him in the ass. Finally, it was time for Syn.

To take on his worst fear...
...Himself...

Yet, his anger was only fulled by his fist slamming into that leather bag, which was soon starting to rip. Veins popped out from his arms and forehead. Those hues went a black color. His hands would move back, growling and taking in deep breaths, his hands turned into claw-ish hands. Giving that leather bag a final attack, his hand swept acrossed it, cutting the leather, and let the material fall out, half sand half solid. Now he stood there, his head lowered, black with red streaks of hair would shadow his face. It would shadow the emotion he showed in his face. Which was mixed at this point in time. He seemed lost in a way, only because now, his thoughts took over him.

[xia]

Nym so frequently looked at her daughter and thought, sometimes positively and sometimes negatively, how very like her father the child was. It went beyond the color of her eyes. She couldn't be held in any one place. Where the rider had loved to set out with herself and her dragon, Xia was more likely to disappear on her own magic. To come home. Alone, yes, but the two year old had never actually known fear.

She'd watched from a corner, her head tilted to let the strawberry curls hang to one side. She watched her daddy changed and wondered why her daddy seemed so angry. She could feel the change in the magic and frowned, not particularly liking the feel of it. Not hating it, as her mother would have, but not comfortable in the newness of it.

Once Syn was done, though, and he hung there seeming lost, she'd already pulled herself up. Those loose hands would feel the sudden touch of the child's skin, her tiny little palm only able to really grasp around one of his fingers. "Daddy sad?" she asked, lavender eyes gazing up at his face from under the curtain of that dark, streaked hair.

[Syn Thornheart]

Those hues closed as he felt those tiny fingers wrap around his one finger. Something inside of him calmed down, then that angelic voice would seep into his ears. His eyes would open, he looked down. Seeing those strawberry curles, his eyes would flash from those dark black, to those dark lavender. He would blink a couple of times. Slowly he would drop down to his knees. He would wrap those arms around his daughter. His eyes closing as his lips pressed onto her forehead multiple times. "Xia..."

She..will never know...

He thought to himself as he wouldn't say another word. This was twice it happened, First Nym snapped him out of a trance. Now Xia snapped him out of it. Why is that something so pure, so young, and something he loved so much always took him out of bad times. Well, who knew. Just, he knew his demon was post poned from escaping the confiments of his mind, waiting for when Syn got angred again. And when that happened, hell will be unleashed.