The Last Enemy Flatlines
01-03-2014, 01:19 AM
It was so unlike the wandering sovereign to stray not only from his borders but from the north, never having had any true desire to leave the towered walls of his empire. He had worked so hard for his palace, and for his reputation, why would he ever yearn to leave it behind him? But oh wasn?t it so boring now to have everything you wanted; he had meandered into his once-barron territory as the only soul, and now it was proven to be one of the largest packs that inhabited Alacritis. He had ripped his son to shreds, stolen the boys throne out beneath him, started wars and finished supreme, seen endless battles of strength and still stood ambitious and craving at the end of it all. But what did he have to wish for now? Who could he skin and pierce in return for his treasures? What would truly satisfy him before his death? A death that was so far away, the ghoul striding with a strength of immortality. He was but a youth, and yet he was established; was death the last quest he needed to fulfil, or had he only just started? The woman was as pale as he, however charcoal at base, contrasting heavily with his coral undertones. She seemed fragile, sweet, as sugared as the berries who once thrived beneath his soles. Her spirit was high, however her confidence wavered despite her beauty, her elegance. ?Insecurity is made for the unappetizing, little daisy, not for a babe as proportioned and elegant as yourself,? he seemed casual, almost as if he had barely noticed her, ruby gaze calm and at ease as he would hover atop her snowed frame. But within his chest beat a deadly desire, craving and longingly for the venom of her claim. But she had not come alone; the monstrous being pausing within his strides, swaying eerily against the soft breath of field-wind. Russet and auburn lay near-silhouetted against the evening sky; intricate, tall within her curves. However she didn?t carry the same fragility as the pale woman who had arrived before, despite being of particular appeal regardless. ?Such bland salutations from such grand women,? he chuckled weakly, taking a step closer, pale towers flicking forwards as salmon tongue would slide against pale jowls, ?What do such appetizing individuals crave within the company of a King?? Of course he had to accentuate his title, there was no fun in being conservative. |
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