Blood's been distant. Thoughts consume him. He spends all day and night thinking. Thinking of what to do next. He had already kidnapped Frost and burned down Swift's forest. What to do... WHAT TO DO... He had no clue. Sciz had been getting antsy about it for some time. Apparently, living easily for the rest of their lives wasn't good enough for Sciz. No. Never good enough. Nothing was ever good enough. Not for anybody.

He sighed for the thousandth time, running a hand through his hair. When was the last time he slept? Seemed like he never had. Rain and the children were living with Martini now, so there goes a big obstacle. His choices were rather free. He could do whatever he wanted, as long as he did it right.

The paper he had at his desk was riddled with words, thoughts, and drawings. He had options. So many options, but not enough room to maneuver. He wanted to leave this without anyone thinking less of him. He had to be careful.


Oh, how Jarkoven loved his masquerades! Especially at the Ice Kingdom! It wuld seem as if someone from the royal family enjoyed them as well, seeing as he was able to enter a masquerade ball in the palace. Oh, the wonder people would experience when they would begin to die from the poison he had managed to put on everything edible in the Throne Room. He would have loved to stay, too... But everyone would notice him. Too bad for him, he supposed to himself as he slipped out of the Palace, still dancing and singing. He would have to bring the party back to the Cult if the Palace was going to be full of dead people.