[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=556B2F]Thalken Talink[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/50df1c0d-69fc-4860-b8d6-1ccae6477d10.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=556B2F]It's okay to lash out from the rules that I'm enslaved.
But somehow, someday, I'll have to turn the page.

[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CM22MM8xgfQ][color=556B2F]- [I]"Cold" by Five Finger Death Punch[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] Talink Estate[/center][hr]
	Thalken ran a hand across his face before slowly rising to his feet. He then lumbered over to his bed and sat on the edge of it. What emotions had risen to the surface with a mighty vengeance, he could now feel draining from him, like blood from an open wound. His father had stabbed him in the back and lit him alflame. Perhaps he shouldn't be surprised, but the severity of the wound was shocking nonetheless to him. While the flames were beginning to fade to a low but constant burn, his emotions were rapidly bleeding out from him. Perhaps for a man like Thalken, who buried his emotions and hid them behind a cold exterior, that wasn't such a bad thing. It was the extra nudge he needed. Yet, as a result of that profusely bleeding wound, he was left feeling numb from head to toe. So he just sat there, silently staring at the floor. Who knows how long he sat there, drowning in his bleeding emotions.

	He was finally roused from his stupor by what sounded like a carriage pulling up outside. He looked up and over at the window. It seemed odd for someone to be arriving at this hour. As far as he knew, they weren't expecting anyone. Granted, his father wasn't exactly forthcoming as of late. [color=556B2F]"Whatever,"[/color] Thalken grumbled. He didn't care about who it was at the moment. He was too busy brooding. His dark eyed gaze went back over to the window, and his mind returned to that piece of paper that had randomly hit his window. And yet, the fact that it had been written in his trained tongue suggested that it wasn't merely random. He reached into his coat pocket and fished out the thin piece of paper. He flattened it out between his fingers and read it again. "Loose string monkey." It was one of 81 Cantonese Proverbs, and it meant someone no longer under control of their superior or guardian. His brows furrowed at the realization that it sounded a lot like him right now. 

	Just then, the distinct bellowing voice of an enraged Beowulf echoed through the manor. "SHE DID WHAT?!!" Thalken looked up, brows furrowing. He shoved the piece of paper back into his coat pocket and promptly rose from his bed. Something was amiss in the Talink Manor. Beowulf and Thalken were alike in that they were both minimalists when it came to their emotions. In other words, not much could conjure up an extreme reaction from them. With that in mind, Thalken knew something wasn't right. He quickly left the privacy of his room and ran down the stairs, taking them two at a time. He slowed down as he finally neared the front hallway. The clearly enraged form of his father came into view, and just past him was the comparatively more demure form of--Thalcona.

	[color=556B2F]"God dammit,"[/color] Thalken muttered under his breath. Why was his sister back? She was supposed to be guarding the Viscount Wenwynith. Oh, god dammit!! This wasn't good! [color=556B2F]"What the hell is going on?"[/color] he exclaimed as he approached the two. He glanced at his father, who at this point might as well have been having the adult equivalent of a violent temper tantrum. His gaze then landed on his sister. Thalcona's lips thinned, and the look in her eyes confirmed his suspicions. [color=556B2F]"What happened?"[/color] he questioned through gritted teeth. 

	Thalcona let out a small sigh before responding, "The Lady Crypt backed out on the deal. She said her father is returning, and that she had to reply in person to an urgent letter from her friend Dame Mary Hale. She left with some of the Russian circus folk not too long ago." Thalken swallowed another god dammit, his eyes darkening at this new turn of events. Perhaps he should have been relieved that he did not have to marry the Lady Crypt, but he wasn't. His mind was preoccupied on the great ramifications that the woman had just incurred upon herself. There was no going back for either of them now.

	"I want you to hunt down that boy, that puny little viscount! If he is in our grasp, the Lady Crypt will have no other choice but to obey my commands! Not unless she wishes to see her brother's head on a pike!" Beowulf spat callously. Thalken's jaw clenched, and he turned stiffly to face his father. God, why was he related to the wretched man? No more. Thalken would no longer submit to his father's demands. He was a Talink only by blood relation alone. Disown him for all he cared. Hunt him down for all he cared. Kill him. Torture him. Do whatever to him, but no more. Thalken was done. He would deceive the man one more time. But after that? One of them would die, and it wouldn't be him.

	[color=556B2F]"I will handle this,"[/color] Thalken growled, raising his voice. [color=556B2F]"I will handle this!!"[/color]

	"I will come with you," Thalcona interjected.

	[color=556B2F]"NO! No, I will do this myself,"[/color] he retorted. And with that he left the Talink Estate for what he deemed could very well be the last.