An Odd Story of Man and Magic. A fantasy RP. (FINISHED)

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Seroteth gave Cormac a stern look. "I'm sure you would have been better off, never having anyone to love you, or care for you. A street rat is free, after all. Free to starve, cold, and alone. Free to die alone and unloved. Just another body of a homeless urchin, to be swept off the street. Gods forbid you know the warm and loving embrace of a family who treasures you if it means responsibility or even the slightest revocation of your freedom. Gods forbid you have to face duty and responsibility, the way ADULTS do, the way the rest of your family does. Far better to remain a petulant child forever, indulging your wants and desires with all the priveleges that come with being a drake, and simply forget about the duty and responsibility that come not only with being a drake, but an adult as well. Don't be an ungrateful brat, Cormac. You have it much better than anyone could dream. I'm sure there are plenty starving, cold, and hungry youths who would be more than happy to trade places with you, and be a part of the most respected, powerful, authorotative and highest ranked clan in the realm. They could be warm, well-clothed, well-fed, loved by their family, respected by all in the realm and free to travel and do as they please so long as they obey their duties and toe the line... and you could go back to starving, sleeping in cold alleyways, and robbing graves for shoes."

Seroteth turned and walked away.