Tempered Rage

"We are only haunted by the things we refuse to accept" - Bridgett Devoue Nikolai was furious, so overcome with a rage beyond any he had ever experienced. His fists trembled at his sides, split knuckles slowly dripping blood onto the earth beneath his feet as he stalked forward. He was sure a few of his knuckles were at least minorly fractured, the force behind the punch had been no joke. But his bastard of a father's jaw had been broken so the pain was worth it. How dare that son of a bitch say such things? That was Nikolai's mother. The man's wife! The Accepted felt a snarl tear it's way out of his throat. If that man was so against his wife Ascending, well, guess he'd just have to suffer alone as his son Ascended too. Nikolai stalked through the Grounds, his eyes scanning the few people around until his eyes landed on his target. An Ascended. He vaguely remembered seeing them around before but couldn't recall the man's name. Regardless, it didn't matter. Nikolai didn't need the man's name to get what he wanted. He marched over without hesitation. "How do I Ascend?" The question was snarled out of a split lip still sluggishly bleeding. nikolai "Resilience is born even when we feel like we are dying" - Alex Elle