Lonely Soul

"Heroes Don't Exist."

Across the metaphorical landscape of Cesares mentality raged a thundering storm fed by anticipation. On the outside he often moved with disinterest and general lack of motive, his head was never held high...and his legs never seemed to really rise to bring his feet off the ground…within he weathered the tempest of self destruction mixed misery. For the years it had taken for The Golden King to grow, for him to understand his purpose, to remain hidden and carefully educated, there had always been a chance of failure. Success was the only option left to The King, growth a coveted and hoarder aspect. It would begin with the ashes and end with absolute control and power. From the lost and downtrodden he'd cultivate a civilization that fed on the agony of those who had once thought them weak and inactive. This was the start, this precious moment of silence shared between functional Eyes.

A newcomer to these lands? Yes...that much was undeniable.A nobody? Of course. No one here knew who he was...what he had been through. This was a clean slate...but he would not be a nobody for long.

Cesare was not immune to being nervous, he just had experience with hiding it. His heart indeed remained cool and silent...smoldering embers within that black coal soul...his breath steady. His expression that of open disinterest as he neared the Acropolis.

He could still hear the agonizing screams of his people...There was no way to wash the blood from his paws, no way to ease the haunting voices that collected and traversed the space above his head—their songs alluring and teasing, stirring up memories best left buried. Cesare had weaved a tale of political power and dominance...After all, his evil did not come mindlessly...it was not meditated evil...it was not sadistic evil. He only committed evils when it was beneficial for him to do so. In the end he was a necessary evil.

But in this world filled with chaotic evils and liars, being a monster was the only way to survive...it was a tactic to him.

His idle thoughts were only a distraction, something best left to midnight hours and lonely brooding. For now, he was filled with purpose. For now, he had the drive. He’d keep his crooked crown...though he'd never place it upon her head.

She was a King by principle...by policy. Not by birthright...And perhaps someone would be brave enough to snatch the crown from her searing fangs...

...No... he’d destroy them all before such notions came to pass. He was not the fragile boy he was all those years ago when all he held dear was ripped from his innocent arms.

And in the midst of these notions The Kings peace was soon disturbed...a force had rippled through him...

The mass he had observed venturing out into the sea had suddenly vanished beneath the ocean blue...a flurry of water being kicked up and splashed as Cesare observed what he could only assume was a struggle...

He narrowed his gaze skeptically...concern rising in his chest as he squinted to see closer...

Had this wolf...wandered to sea purposely to drown? Or was this a mere accident? Frankly he had trouble distinguishing between the two...

The golden marked canine moved forward...the water reaching up towards his elbows as he found himself rather worried...he made his way to the edge where he had last saw the mass vanish...and slowly he sunk his head under the cold water to see where it had floated off to...it did not take him long to spot the crimson fold descending into the deep abyss...

Lovely...seemed he had to play the hero.

Cesare pulled his head from the water and sighed...rolling his eyes in general disdain before inhaling deeply and jumping off the sandy edge...diving down towards the drowning wolf as his bright eyes flared with color...opening his jaws and grabbing the sanguine creature by the scruff of the neck and hoisting her upward...kicking his feet back in attempts to pull the wolf back up to the surface. And after his front paws gripped the drop off he quickly pulled himself up and above the water. Gasping for air through clenched fangs as he held the red furred mass between his teeth...his body heavy with the weight of water as he dragged her back to shore forcibly...

He silently scolded everything about the situation. His golden tipped bangs hanging messily before his visage as he neared the shore and let the wolf between his jaws and onto the floor.

Cesare breathed heavily. Whipping his head from side to side in attempts to loosen some of the water from his fur.

The King was slowly starting to hate water...and slowly his gaze flicked back to the wolf behind him through a narrowed gaze as he scoffed. "Nor brava? Ech'nal snavvy borra?" He asked in his native tongue, standing in the water as it kept his paws cool. Awaiting and answer from the...crimson maiden.


"And Even If They Did I Wouldn't Be One Of Them"