Off With Her Head

Silently he slipped through the underbrush until he was closer to the mountains. He moved around with ease and sharp muscles torqued and tightened beneath his silvery hued coat. Eyes glimmered across the slopes of the landscape and it took him little to no time before his eyes were adorning the portions of a young woman. There was no change in the king's demeanor nor was there a change in his expressions. She were just another simple being that was allowed to live because she had been dealt the right cards thus far. What was in store for her on such a fine day? The empyrean's tail curled and flicked as he moved towards her as nothing less than the lumbering mass he was. Nose wrinkled and a virulent grunt expulsed itself from his lungs. He did not enjoy her, though he enjoyed none, so it was not to be taken with impudence. She was another being, always below him. They all were. He found only one joy and one task, and he was sure that it would be his. He needed supremacy, though he did not cling to it and crave it. For, why crave what was so easily taken? The behemoth rolled his shoulders and continued to decorate her in his encumbering gaze.