Lonely Soul

"Never Forgive, Never Forget"

Ever the nobleman, Cesare ever so slowly strode through the shores waters with an easy grace. Confident, yet unassuming. Strong but not bold. His face was blank, an expression that haunted him, and one might guess that this was The King without the mask, no pawns to lure, no soldiers to dominate, no monarchs to hide from behind a false face.

Just blank. Empty. And that was just how he felt - or rather did not feel - for much of the time. His moments with others might have appeared touching to a casual observer, or an eager audience expecting of course that since he cares for them, naturally he cares for everyone. But while said audience might begin to see The King as an emotionless droid they would never know the truth...besides. This is simply not the case.

The truth was, Cesares moments of intimacy and heroism were just that, moments. The rest of the time was filled with the typical day to day emptiness. Emotions were a hazard that were better gone, and so he did what he could to rid himself of such trinkets as empathy or morality during the times when his only friend was lost to the void. Read: almost always. Cesare might be sociable at rare times, might even be friendly. He took a concerned interest in others rather misfortune, fortune or even solitude, a meticulous mental phonebook of his acquaintances. He always treated everyone, wolf or creature alike with extreme dignity and good humor, peasants with mercy, and treated the children with what could almost be described as...a strange brotherly affection. All these things made him generally relateable...

But despite these necessary moments, everyone, including said audience, would be wise to remember that The King isn't a good person.

A lack of cruelty doesn't disqualify you from being a monster. The days of mutilating others for no reason was long past him, but mutilating others with reason?

Audience, you can figure it out...

And as those golden optics remained steady upon the small crimson female before him as she stumbled away sluggishly his face remained rather steady as his tail flicked with a hint of interest. Her response reminding him that he was now in a land unfamiliar with his native tongue...something he needed to remember.

Still...she did not seem needlessly aggressive at the moment.

Today didn't look like it was going to be a day that required firsthand evil...

Clearing his throat, he sighed a bit and rolled those shoulders. Muscle rippling throughout his heavy frame as water trickled down every rigid edge and carefully crafted mass of solid form. His strands of fur clinging to the side of his face as the water settled into his fur and made his reflective markings shimmer in the light as he bared his pearly white fangs in what one could assume was an amused smirk...a grin.

"Hmm...your alive...well that is good. Would of been a waste of an effort saving a corpse." He mused, tilting his head a bit and licking his obsidian maw as a growl erupted in his chest. "At any rate...next time. Lets avoid drowning ourselves eh luv?" He advised, taking a breath and exhaling for a moment. Waiting to see her reply...

Come now audience...you can see how this plays out.