personal hell.
12-01-2013, 12:42 AM
The king had a particularly twisted view in relation to most things, but that was fine, no? He had the beginnings of an entirely too powerful empire an there were signs that only foretold it would flourish. His skin itched and crawled with excitement as his daughter came forth and her flame ignited the scene. He said nothing to her as insults dripped from her tongue and then he revered at the restraint of the white maman. She would not punish his daughter? Intriguing. The dark lord rose to his pads and his figure ascended beside that of Vyvienne. Grueling motions were taken--slavering jaws kept open as he lingered near her side. So near her. "Sweet daughter. know your enemies," the hiss was low and requited and his hard jaw pressed against the side of her neck, "Hold you tongue," the command was clear--she was still a child. It was not her time to go against his words. Surely she held enough loyalty to him? He patiently waited. And came Syren, "You've so much faith in me," the statement was easy and clear--it was evident. And he was so proud to hear exactly that.. "Syren understands. You do not break what belong to you...you have to cherish it," his position changed and her moved to touch the shoulder of Syren--to show his affection for his daughter. She was a quick learning. How good for her. He was not done, however, the serpent turned on his heels-pivoting until he moved his head towards Alena--until he able to attempt nudging his nose beneath her chin, "...Especially our prettier ones," the compliment was laced in the husky, tight, breath of the king. His words being meant to make her hear him in a new light. He was a warrior and yet he understood how to please those around him. |
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