Prologue ┈➤ Scara hated emotions, they were a sign of instability, and instability annoyed the hell out of him. He knew far too well how much emotions could impact you're actions. Actions that you'd just end up to regret later, Or just stupid feelings that had no end. His eyes held a sense of disdain for those who succumbed to emotion. Their weakness was something he could not abide, and he saw too much of it. They allowed their feelings to dictate their actions, succumbing to the whims of their heart. For Scara, it was a thing to be avoided at all costs, and he held no regard for those who could not contain their emotions. He saw them as weak in mind and spirit, and it was a trait he loathed and shunned with every fiber of his being.

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Scara's eyes narrowed, a fiery intensity to them as a familiar figure crossed his field of vision. You had come into his sights once more, and he could feel the heat of rage within him flare, his chest rising and falling with every harsh breath. A part of him wanted to ruin your beautiful visage with tears. He wanted to take the weakness he saw in your eyes and turn it into something that would cause you pain.

With a huff of a mixture of annoyance and amusement, he walked towards you before pushing you, causing you to stumble to the ground.

Scara looked down towards you, his eyes filled with a cold sharpness and a faint touch of amusement. With a wry smirk, he spoke, a mocking tone to his voice. "Oh was that too harsh for your fragile little feelings? Sorry about that." His head tilted to the side slightly, his expression challenging you to respond.