SWAN SONG
01-09-2014, 09:53 PM
Her presence disgusted him, twisted his stomach around his spine, his void emotion shuddering with the knowledge of her dishonour. Not only to him, but to her children. She had made him look weak, stupid, in the eyes of their offspring as each would beg to know where she hid; but what could he tell them? Entirely that he didn?t know. He despised her for putting him in a position of fragility, her decision to leave was simply her way of littering his pride with scars, screaming to him that she simply did not need him, nor want him. Instead she would betray his heart and mind for his son, the boy that had left them vulnerable and battled against their family in an effort to slaughter their ranks. How could she be so careless, insensitive, stupid? That was not the makings of a queen, it was the makings of a child. But what would he do? Would he watch her be ripped to tiny pieces by men who should not have been capable of touching her, allow them to steal away the life of a woman that was his and no less? No. Because although in that moment he didn?t care for her life, it would have eaten him inside out to know lesser beings had destroyed what was rightfully his. And so, perhaps as he had done so once before, Isardis would wake his damaged mind from the motionless day-sleep he had concocted, and unleash the terrifying wraith he would forever be so infamous for. Strength was nothing for determination, as the albino ghoul would trot eerily for their wake, untouched by Argent?s wavered gaze and fuelled only by his pride. They would not take what he had claimed. Primed muscle would twist and contort, thrashing with the specter of his swollen conceit; emotionless in his doings as The King would approach the man that grasped her nape with a deathly hatred unmatchable by none. With bared fangs and void rubies, he would rise momentarily atop sturdy hinds to snap his structured ribcage down against the attackers right-side pelvis, feeling his hips begin to give way as eager fangs would be sent so viciously for the tenders of his spine. Teeth would grasp, sinking, falling deep beneath flesh of the dark-colored fool, hoping to hook beneath the spinal column and rip upwards with a potentially satisfying crack; to destroy the creatures hope of ever moving again. Narrowed gaze would strive to locate the second male, however momentarily unsure of his where-abouts as he would so hungrily seek to murder the beast that threatened the silver woman. |