Here Lies A Fool

in the game of thrones, you win or you die

Aditsan Achak

there is no middle ground

Pain and suffering was all there was to be felt anymore. A bully, a villian, scum, worthless cur. He had been called many things in his past, and many more things in the future no doubt. He did not care, his eyes preened for the ever so pure ones. The ones who were of completely one breed. All arctic, all timber, just as long as they were 100% pure to their breed. He saw them as followers, ones that he could use. He had a twisted way of thinking of things, but as always, Aditsan didn't care. He had his own nickname for a reason. He was the listener of spirits. He could work out those weak points, just anything to get his way.


He was alone, he knew, and so he said his name proudly. "I am Aditsan Achak, first of his name, rightful ruler of Serpent's Grave and heir to its throne. I am a pure one, and I am superior." He could never forget who he was, the whispers to himself were all he had left to remind himself that he was worth it, he was always worth it. His eyes flashed caution. The green orbs were calm as well. It was complicated, his eyes always were complicated.

Wear your scars like medals of glory