Eaten by the Earth

There was always something off about the Luciverian King that not many could put their finger on in the first couple of attempts. He was unnatural and eerie, exotic, out of the place more times than he could count. Though, this was naturally looked at in several different ways, for once there was his unnatural, voluptous fur that hang down in tendrils like waves towards the ground, curves stretching forever, offering him the appeareance of a lion than a wolf. And of course, there was always the realgar glow surrouding his fur, the evidence of the Gods icor that was supposedly flowing through his veins, the evidence of his Legacy in Heavens, his true home. The glow was like his own sunset, evergrowing, pulsating and illuminating every corner he dared to move into as shadows and darkness held no power against this Sun God. Not all would fear him as though he liked to think they should, and not all would look to him for the answers he so perfectly knew the answer to. That was fine, he would not blame them for their skepticism, mortals seem to have known nothing of their kin for generations and that, in his plan, was normal. This was no Egypt after all but they will open their wings and share their viws on this land as well and maybe at some point even conquer it as their own. In his head he could hear the voices of everyone around him. He knew about his mothers. His father. He knew the voices talking to him were them asking him to relent to stop his conquering plan and live a life of peace and quiet. But, in his own way he was carrying out a mission that they had put him on. It was his own form of rebellion--carried onto his shoulders until so long after his parents had been dead. He was only doing this for them...for their legacy. Survival of the fittest was a dangerous game to play but damn it all if he was not going to at least try. The Luciferian King found himself some company if it weren't for the sweet aroma invading his nostrils, a female nonetheless judging by the scent; collosal pads carrying him towards the source and in his mind the other was already away of his presence as vocals could be heard over the dulcet silence. Good day, my lady. deep baritones coated in thick egyptian accent escaped his jowls, coral, plush tongue roaming over his ink black lips, What brings you here today?

words of a god
"words of ramses"