Burn Your Kingdom Down

Silently he would waltz, guarded by the towering grasses that so ambitiously would attempt to encompass him, to shadow his brilliance with pathetic stalks; perhaps somewhat unnerved by his presence, or unwilling to inform their neighbours. Though defiant The King would remain, parting great stems as if they were concrete towers, each stride presenting a new fluctuation of pride as the ghoul would soar. A superior he was, and his regality would suggest no less, the golden bands hanging about curled elbows would gleam with effortless brilliance in the evening rays; glinting as a representation of his worth. Though distracted the angel would become, lips twitching curiously as the figure of a man would rise to his left; a safe distance, though his sheer size and gender enough to arouse a sense of threat within the albino. A near-by boulder would provide Isardis with the boost he needed, confidence soaring as he would elegantly rise upon it?s surface, gazing now downwards towards the lesser as a pleased chuckle would tarnish the once placid air, ?I asked them once, does size really matter?? he shuddered proudly, bemused, ?I think you?d be disappointed by their response, oh giant one.?