the sounds of music

*Vereux* · 01-24-2016, 01:37 AM

It was true, Vereux had never had a alpha heir about him. Despite being a king, decendant of a tyrant. The true and rightful ruler to the throne of the Glaciem his father once owned. He was none of those things - however at least now he had something to fight for. His ears twitched a bit, not long enough. Perhaps so, but if any longer maybe Vereux would be dead. He knew of his demise, it would be at the jaws of those wolves. Yet he had enough in his right mind to struggle - to survive. Despite all that life had thrown at him, it was the armada blood that ran through his veins. It told him to fight, and to gain at least slight supremacy over his weak mind.

“I'll live for now, I'm simply a master at gaining more and more bad luck.” he responded. “You look strong - but lost a little. I see you've got a new scar.” Vereux looked at the man's face. His own scars centered towards his neck, his eye and his leg. All of them were from failure though, his time as a slave and more. No one would understand his pain he didn't think, but he wasn't about to assume that Bacchus had lived a soft life. Not with the albino kings blood running through their veins.

“I speak”

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