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[Tay Thormear]

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He ran his finger tips through the strands of his hair. Beowulf stood on his porch, looking down into the distant stars. So many mistakes he had made in his late life. He had thrown everything he worked so hard for, down the drain, for a witch. Some good had come of it, like the strength in Cove being rebuilt, and the many lesson's he had learned.

Beowulf lost his love, Tatiana, because he choose to go with the new fling. He couldn't help but hate himself, for throwing something so wonderous away, why would he need to try someone else if he was already happy?
He sighed quietly. Grigori and Tatiana had been at Poets, he was already walking now, and Beowulf missed a chunk of his boy's growing up.

"How much pleading would it take?" He asked himself.

A family, he'd been so greatful to be welcomed into, had be thrown away. He had choosen a woman over a friend, a guildmate, Vaen. Beowulf covered his face and yelled into the palms of his hands. Would it even be possible for the Legion, especially Vaen to forgive him? So much had been thrown away, and he was trying so hard to run and catch it.

"How much pleading would it take?" He questioned himself again. Those two things, would be a large push in the right direction. If he could have those two things back in his life, than he could work on the small things.

It occured to him, should he be mad at the Zog Cabal? Or should he be angry with Ceinwyn for pulling him off course. He wondered if she was secretly a succubus. Shifting the thought out of his mind, another angering thought came into play. The skulls had taken his child, to have insurance that Tatiana would give them her hair?

It'd been a long time since he was involved with The Skulls because of Tatiana. It wasn't a problem however, he'd pay them a visit, the first to cross his path would lose their hair.