If it weren't for the constant bother that being a king came with perhaps he would be among them. Maybe he would be among the masses counting them and preparing them. Though, if they could not stand without him--they deserved to fall. his descent into the bare part of the land is quick and it is with a certain amount of grace that sits well on him. His 'grace', however, is not typical. It is something more primitive and basic. His is grotesque by definition. He clearly shows his love for every moment of it.

A lengthy yawn drawls from the lips of the arkhos. With carefully placed aggression he bares his yellowed fangs (clearly relishing in the image he is all too arrogant of) and he reclines to his backside--seating and waiting and watching. Eyes look across the plains as though he knows there is something he is missing, and yet, he also stares out in dominance. This domain could have been his kingdom...and a delightful one it would have been! Eyes narrowed and scrutinized. A smirk kissed his dark lips and the dark angel rolled his shoulder. For once was glad to be in that which he did not own. For it was those that did not wish to be claimed and those that were not that created such a perfect dynamic. --And there he remained, seated among the Dead Men, relishing in the thoughts that had come to him today.

Vampire, incubus, a creature of spawned from the darkest caverns in the earth. Yet wrapped in otherworldly facades. Sinisterly, he loomed. Dominance over the earth, as with everything he wanted to have dominance. Wandering thoughts bleed over to more morbid things. As he was prone to do, nothing new there. But it hadn't a faint thought to float by his mind how alone he was as of late. It had been so long since he had interacted with others. Actually, only like a day or two, but that was more then he was used to. The young male had to remind himself that the term lonely was reserved for the disgustingly docile and weak individuals. Just the thought of such creatures made him want >to retch and vomit. Seemingly placid mask twisted into a frown of disgust. Gently his cranium rotated to and fro, best not to think of the weak, they would all be terminated in good time. With no mercy. Sinister smirk festered in its place. Flirting with such enticing thoughts had caused the man's attention to digress from the task at present. In those few precious minutes of unguarded living, his world had seemingly shattered. He had allowed himself to become distracted and no longer present. Before he knew it he was within the distance of another creature. This one male - who had striking features. It always sparked an interest in Ammon to see one who held facial improvements. He used his as a powerful weapon, a boogeyman, to scare off those faint of heart, mind and soul. " speech "