It's Time To Begin
06-25-2014, 12:30 AM
Oh but bless their unprepared minds and their hearts for his time had come and he would be relentless. The beast had made note of the fact his true opponent was gone, but nevertheless; it did not bother him. Isardis would learn the fiery titan had taken his home and eventually he would strike back. Isardis, however, was still not the obsession. The king wanted a change of scenery and he wanted to be back to his imperiality and his immortality. He wanted to rule again; stronger than before. Thus, he came. Slipping through the darkness and curling his body through the shadows of the night. He had travelled for a few days, and began his final trek the night before. Now, the sun pooled just over the horizon and the heathen, with bated breath and slavering jaws, sang for them. He stood with his head held even across his chest and his posture particularly loose and relaxed. First, he wanted to know which of the minions Isardis had left the crown to, and from there he would size them up and take them down. A smirk enveloped his features and he waited. Glaciems would pour into his sight and he would give them but a mere few moments to leave before he took apart their leader and tore down their walls. Of course, those that wished to say and swear perfect fealty unto him...they would find themselves feeling the most amazing bit of pride. They would be power moguls. Syrinx, would craft the militant bunch he had once sought after--this time he would be final...this time he would not create a rift or divide those that tried to stand beside him. The Adravendi would have another home. For those that Valhalla had...outgrown...he had a feeling those numbers could be plentiful. |
06-25-2014, 12:50 AM
OOC:I'm so sorry guys. Lu was asked to work two 16 hour days and today was a 10. SO, no time for me to post :c. Anyways, It's good anyways because this is equally in Syrinx's character.
He knew it to be true...though this was something else entirely. She was a woman. She was Isardis's chosen challenge? She was going to lead the Armada to some greatness...or Glaciem? No wonder their names had faded. She was neutral. Despite the desire to crush Isardis, Syrinx held a massive amount of respect for him and he could feel the intangible annoyance spreading through his body after woman after man after woman appeared. Athena stood, rather proudly, and defended her body. Syrinx could crush her. He didn't want to, "No, let us not," Syrinx could feel his annoyance growing, but there was no qualm with her albeit her existence. Isardis had failed him. How peculiar a thought.
Finally, the pearly demon appeared and Syrinx allowed a smirk to sliver across his lips and he no longer even gave Athena a look to hold water to, "She is not what I came to do. Seeing Glaciem taken from her and given to me would only make you doubt her. Not yourself. Maybe your genetics. I'll want this when it's yours. It's you I'm so perfectly obsessed with, Isardis. I want to beat you again...this was the only fair wager. Unless other means of war can be held?"
There was a dark look in his eyes. He had enough progeny. He could always adopt. What say you, white king? What say he who thought he had everything...would he be prompted to lose it? Syrinx would return to Glaciem when Isardis sat upon the throne, and yet, for now...he could not be bothered, "Call me...if you have the balls to do this," With that the russet archangel would turn on his massive feet and leave. He no longer held business here as the Glaciem he knew was no longer existent. It was a shell of what it used to be and would become nothing more. there was no name to be feared. Syrinx was finished.