[Epicurus D. Vampyler]

How much longer do I have too suffer…” the thought had rung through his head the entire trip, it haunted him through the brightening and followed him to his nightmares after dark.

Two cycles before he had held a dagger to his heart, candlemark upon candlemark on his knees next to some unknown crick the dagger’s tip pressed against his chest. No amount of willpower could be mustered to complete the task, no; Aslan was not going to allow the Talon of Aslan that easy of an escape from his destiny. Ever since the Dark Alliance Epic had been deemed the right hand of the god, charged with the cleansing of Jorel’s minions on Telath. Was that all he was for, was there no more allowed to his life? He had fallen in love, yes, the great Epicurus Vampyler had been brought to his knees by beauty, grace and innocence just to have it ripped from his life like everything else he cared for. His daughter, ripped from his life by the…by Alexis Saprapa, Sapretata, Supertato…well, something like that. Arabella, ripped from his life by the gods, and now a curse upon him through some form of demonic art upon his chest creating a permanent barrier to any form of happiness.

Epicurus had decided to give Pristine, his steed a break from holding his sorry ass up. He walked next to the creature holding her reigns as they walked along slowly, a slight breeze picked up sending his unkempt, messy gray hair in a dance around his head. Two cycles of unshaven facial hair kept the cold of the breeze from his face, his cloak wrapped the rest of the body in an attempt at a little more warmth. His eyes locked to the road before him as they walked, deep and empty they were the eyes of a man who had seen too much in his time, had felt too much pain, a man who was lost to the world. Head hang they continued on, his mind traveled from his body in a separate world not hardly paying attention to what was going on around him when he was nuzzled from the side.

”Pristine no, I fed you.” Epic whispered as he brushed the face aside, but to no avail. The nuzzle came again and this time Epic looked up as he pushed it off, too see that it was even coming from the same side as his steed. It was another horse, seemed to have wandered off from it’s owner. He put his hand up to the side of the horse’s neck and rubbed gently, ”Whoa there, where is your rider?”.