Awakening

*Isardis* · 09-14-2013, 04:26 AM

Oh the nightmares that had melted his mind, the torturous insanity that had bound his wits, flooding his brain with the truthful lies of carnage. He could hear them screaming as his royals would battle, stranded by their leader, prides wounded by a fluked loss. He had let them down in his mind, destroyed all they had to serve for. Why soar for a leader who couldn?t guide them, who couldn?t slaughter those that prevented his ambitions? It hurt him. It hurt him in a place he wasn?t aware could be damaged. Perhaps what little care he carried for the wellbeing of his people would now swell in a place never before seen, never before exposed.

But it was all a dream. Wasn?t it?

Coral lids would flutter, hesitant to bare as the sting of early sun wounded his senses. He was waking, that his mind was aware of, drifting in and out of awkward consciousness. But waking from what? A limb would twitch, testing the earth beneath him, and slowly he would fall back into reality. Cherry gaze exposed to the torture of the universe, a few moments of tranquillity as his breathing would deepen, mind wandering. Eris, and? who? A stranger? As if the unknown would spark some kind of memory his skull would snap upwards, jowls baring gleaming weapons as The King would begin to spasm; rage sending his body into quaking contractions of emotional pain. ?Who do you think you are? What rights do you have? None! Fool!? and thus the beast would entirely wake, abusive language drumming his pipes as hazy mind would attempt to focus upon the perculiar stranger. What had he done? Caused his loss? No! Isardis would fight. He would win.

Limbs would struggle as he attempted to lift his chassis, swiping blindly at Eris and her close proximities. Too enraged to show care for her genuine mannerisms, he would sway dramatically upon the earth, unwilling to give up. Though lack of energy would prevent his ambitions. He was incapable of balance, of strength. He was earthbound. Trapped. Eris, why did she prevent him? ?Eris! Help me stand. No, get this stranger away from me. Quickly! What foul intentions does he bare?? What entity had possessed the poor royals mind? For he undoubtedly bore the nature of a wolf unbeknown to familiars. Alas, he was troubled; deeply distressed, physically and mentally. It would take more than the care of a healer to cure his mind. He had to fight.

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