It was already a little past sunset in the white dunes and the third flight patrol had returned to the Asvarian Beacon.
Kaideon sat at his desk, there was a grim expression on his face as he tried to sort through his thoughts but the sound of anxious movement just would not let him concentrate.
Kaideon was one who was sensitive to sound and equally, he was easily angered, and so he waited for just a breath's worth of time, in an attempt to restrain himself...an attempt that was ultimately unsuccessful.
His beast rose to the surface within him and his eyes glowed brightly as rage coiled within his veins.
Bang!!!
The sound of Kaideon's fist slamming down on his desk resounded through the quiet study, followed soon after by a noisy crash as the table crumbled beneath the force.
Splinters flying everywhere, leaving nothing but broken wood everywhere.
