carve your name [challenge]
01-24-2016, 03:16 PM
Bacchus would inhale deeply as the iron tang of blood and the anticipation of looming battle prickled at his skin. He wouldn't hesitate over the border as he carefully made his was to the center of field. He felt himself incomplete living on his own, he felt a strong desire burning in his belly, he wanted power. He wanted his kin. There lie the problem and the solution. He'd take his uncle's crown, and rule those who'd raised him. Bacchus could not live under another's rule, and he would not. Though his mother's tried their hardest to raise a good natured boy, outside influence would help him to realize the full potential that lay dormant in his blood. He'd take up his inheritance today. The tri-colored Armada would find his stoop, a boulder that jutted from the ground like it was made for him. His form would easily climb to the summit, and there he'd tilt his head back and call out for the russet Adravendi. For just a brief moment he would find himself wondering what his mother's might think of his bold move. He'd shake off the thought, it didn't matter what they would think. He had found his calling. round 0/3 |