[center][h3]Oram Hellios, Lunar Wolf[/h3][/center]

Oram turned his head slightly and looked at Kuroku. "By the way. I was meaning to ask..." He stopped and immediately a frown filled with utter disgust appeared on his face. During his time with Kuroku today he'd almost forgotten the sheer depth of disgust he felt when he heard the voice of their guild master. His eyes shifted to the right as he debated turning to see the man. Even his demeanor, that damn fatherly charisma, was pretty freakin annoying. It seriously pissed Oram the fuck off. And yet, he put on this facade. "Of course!" He spun on his heels forcing a smile as he came to see that despicable face. 

And yet, this man had taken him into his guild despite his past. No... It was probably because of his past. He had the skills necessary, even if what he'd done had been out of complete anger and hatred. He had no excuses for his actions. He could only live with them. Though he found himself hardly having changed since then despite wanting to have changed so badly. A big part of him felt like it was because of this man. Alec Roganoff.

Oram still had nightmares about it sometimes. He was haunted. Yes... Haunted was a good word. He heard the screams, and pleas for mercy. But now wasn't the time for that. This bastard was challenging him and Kuro to a fight. Saying no wasn't very well a good idea. Besides, if he could maybe get a good punch or two in on that bastards wretched face he'd be more than happy to oblige. "Would you ike to step outside or shall Kuro and I get started right here?" A somewhat sadistic grin began to form on his face as he cracked his knuckles a bit too eager to try and inflict pain on their guild master.