(http://i.imgur.com/QMjzl.png)<br/>❝<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">T</span></strong>here is no such thing as a happy ending.<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">O</span></strong>nly a more dreadful tale takes its place. ❞<br/><br/>He did not care very much on the details of this mission it was always the same if not a smidget altered in some way. Get to objective. retrieve said object of interest. Escape. That was all he heard from the soldier. The only thing that struck him odd was the fact that if she failed then he would not be able to come back to his home.<strong>"So you are telling me that your safety is our safety..."</strong>Saying it calmly though having a disapproving look on his battle scared face.<strong>"What is stopping me from running you through with my blade and going home. It seems like the best option, yet for now I will hold my word and do this job."</strong>It was not certain if he would set the bad vibe of the group or was this other woman who wore such clothing that for what she claimed to be would not suit her title one lowly bit. "As for you shameless woman it would be wise to keep silent." He points towards Sierra now seeing it fit to get his complaints out of the way. If they would hate him afterward then so be it, he had not come here for companionship or even the money that was promised to him.<br/><br/>It was only a bonus for him. His simple thinking was that as long as he could swing his sword without fear of being held back then the cravings for battle would subside. His inner beast would no longer haunt him so. He did not know what to say to the other woman or whatever she wanted to be called her companion not giving off any signs of animalistic behavior. For whatever reason he had the urge to think to himself about the snake.<em>'I bet it tastes chewy.'</em>thought not making eye contact. To solve this he closed his single eye and pretended to go to sleep this would save him from any conversation or back talk he'd have to endure with his dysfunctional team mates. Nodding off as the time dragged onward. Apostle felt funny it might of been from flying since never being off the ground before until just now.<br/><br/>As he dreamed it was of his past, and how he came to be as he was now. It being a path riddled with blood, sweat, death, and tears so much in fact that he could not remember any happiness in his life past his childhood. This was a reoccurring dream one that made him a man well it was only the start of it. As it continued down this spiral it would end with him the same as always looking down the two paths presented to him by a man upon a horse both looking dark and menacing. One lead to the sound of flames and screaming the sight of men fighting in the distance while the other showed a single man an outline if you will he stood with his sword in front of him as if to challenge Apostle even though he is no where near him his presence is one that terrifies him to his very core.<br/><br/>He mumbled in his sleep saying incoherent words that would make no sense to those that would listen to him. He would ramble about something called having no choice or even growl lowly in his sleep. The outside world seemed so far away from him as he rested within his chair arms folded as his large sword lay at his feet. he leaned forward from his rest/nightmare gritting his teeth to reveal they were somewhat sharp not as if a monster, but more as if he was just a once domesticated animal turned to savage beast.