[ He knew what Caster meant. What was it that made him so twisted, so unlike his lighter side? It was the wishes of one woman. He doesn't like to speak of her or think about it -- it's easier that way.
Berserker removes his hood and shakes the accumulated snow off of it. Really, half the reason he's sitting in the snow is because it's easing the pain of his residual injuries. As strong a face as he usually puts on, things still hurt, his body still got injured. The cold of the snow against the bruising is pleasant.
But he's not about to own up to that. ]
Does it bother you? It's not that I hate snow, it's that you turned yourself into my enemy.
[ He puts his hood back on and stands up out of the snowbank, bits sticking to the spikes of his armor. His tail is completely coated in snow and...to be petty, he flicks it, sending the snow towards Caster. ]
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[ He knew what Caster meant. What was it that made him so twisted, so unlike his lighter side? It was the wishes of one woman. He doesn't like to speak of her or think about it -- it's easier that way.
Berserker removes his hood and shakes the accumulated snow off of it. Really, half the reason he's sitting in the snow is because it's easing the pain of his residual injuries. As strong a face as he usually puts on, things still hurt, his body still got injured. The cold of the snow against the bruising is pleasant.
But he's not about to own up to that. ]
Does it bother you? It's not that I hate snow, it's that you turned yourself into my enemy.
[ He puts his hood back on and stands up out of the snowbank, bits sticking to the spikes of his armor. His tail is completely coated in snow and...to be petty, he flicks it, sending the snow towards Caster. ]