RP:Mihael Punishes Desparrow

Sage Forest

Mihael had been wandering between cities searching for Desparrow, and upon his way to Kelay to get more information he spots the young lycan. The Insane Hermit's aura flares up and he is cast in flames. "Desparrow! What did you do?" He says charging forth, both hands were empty as he wasn't exactly looking for a fight just yet. First he wanted to know what the hell happened. The ancient being puffed on his pipe as he came within inches of the young man. "Tell me what you did to Sabrina." he demands.

Desparrow happened to actually just be wandering through the forests after the last two nights which turned out to be more than exciting for the lycan. Shirtless it would be noted he had several new marks on his body, a mark on his abdomen where a dagger had been plunged, similar but smaller points on his left shoulder and his side where bolts had pierced his body. Mihael made himself well known before his scent could be caught or he could be heard in the distance which did take Desparrow by surprise though he appeared submiss to the elder. "I made a mistake.." thoughts of Sabrina struck home and his eyes filled with a guilty sorrow, "I hurt her. I approached her at Xzavior's home to get her to help me, he thought I was attacking her and stopped me. So I tried again when I knew she was alone.. I didn't know she would be hurt so badly, I thought she was stronger.. I needed her to help me get over my pain."

Mihael lets out a growl as he goes to backhand Desparrow with his engorged lycanthropic hand. "You entered my territory and harmed a citizen of Larket." The hermit takes another puff and blows the smoke out angrily. Mihael's flaming aura only grows with his rage as he looks Desparrow in the eyes, his crimson orbs glowing and never blinking. "What did you do to her that you needed help?" he says the later part of the sentence with sarcasm.

Desparrow allowed the backhand with no effort to deflect or retaliate, taking the strike and nearly falling from the force of it but instead staggering backwards some several feet. Once he had reoriented himself he turned his gaze back to Mihael after spitting a wad of blood to the ground. "I needed her to free my pain, so I can get over the pain inside. The spirit of rage that has always been inside, feeding off my continued anger. Being angry is so exhausting, and never finding peace." he sighed then, knowing there was no explanation good enough to grant him reason for his transgression.

Mihael growled and extended another back hand. Obviously he wasnt trying to fight the young one. "Your an Alpha! Behave like one!" Mihael takes a puff and lets out the smoke rapidly before following with another puff. "Your pack looks to you for guidance. How can you lead them and guide them if you cant control yourself?" The hermit takes a step forward and stops. "Desparrow, there are too few of us lycans left. We cannot afford to become extinct. You know I have to do something otherwise the pack and wild wolves will rebel if I allow you to roam free without punishment." He lets out a sigh as he calms down slightly.

Desparrow growled when that second hand landed on his face, making him stagger once more and causing a trickle of blood from his lip down his chin. Huffing now, chest heaving as he grew in anger he wanted to lunge at the elder but stayed himself, closing eyes and venting that hot air for a moment till he could look at Mihael with a cool demeanor once more. "I am sorry for what I did to her.. I even have an idea on how I can fix it, however punish me how you will. I know I did wrong."

Mihael growls and takes a puff, thinking for a moment. "Verywell!" he says clapping his hands together which change back to normal. "Ten lashings and you can fix it only if Sabrina will allow you near her. Till I hear that you have fixed things, I will keep an eye upon you and your pack. Should anything happen, I will kill your pack." He lets out a sigh and backs away, "Desparrow you are a talented young lycan. Please do me a favor and fix things as soon as possible." The hermit takes a puff and blows out the smoke gently, doodling as it forms a map of Larket. He begins to look at it making sure the people are safe.

Desparrow acquired an incredulous expression; a childish punishment such as lashings? "So be it. Do as you will, though you would be surprised exactly how my pack is growing. I hope you are taking care of those wolves you won from me. I have every intention of righting what I've done." he then offers a small smile, as if awaiting these lashings. "Come at me. deliver your punishment as you see fit, and I'll remember well."

Mihael chuckles, "Who said I would be delivering them? Or when They would be delivered?" A puff from the pipe as a slow steady smoke trail floats off. "Your punishment will come in time." The hermit walks off for a moment and looks back. "Take care of yourself Desparrow. Your going to need it."

Desparrow rose a brow but shrugged, "So be it sir." And with that he wandered off.