we don't have to live this way
02-18-2014, 04:44 AM
Her words were wise, and yet still they struck sensitive at a razored chord, ?I don?t want to give up,? what truly was a great King that retired so effortlessly? Even the idea of stepping down for a son was difficult to ponder, made him seem as though he were so frail at mind he would give in so easily to the throes of nature and her cunning plans. It would be known now that Isardis could not die peacefully, when the time should come he would be drowning himself in a world of sorrow; holding onto a barely beating heart and thrashing with reluctance. Never would he be satisfied; even when he had accomplished so much. But her words were true, and even Satis was back now to pose as a potential aide should they need her; though she were far more a follower at heart than a leader, she had the skill and ability to keep things in check. Alas, the thought still troubled him. For a moment he thought of Argent, in all her youth she bore an elemental power few could match, her violent magnificence comparable to but a minority. Yet it injured him far too much to consider her as anything other than dishonest, than anything more than an abandoner. He was unable to take the blue?s suggestion, ?It ails me, Sendoa; to know I am ever dissatisfied, but my mind is void of how to become content with what I have achieved. All it dare invite of me is that I do more- more!? He exclaimed, before he would sigh, leaning to his mate in an effort to drown his temper within the suppleness of her breast. ?To know no more and to crave no more than influence; I am the spawn of supremacy and yet I am no more than a slave to my own command. Have I pushed too far to ever cease?? he would lift his skull, his rosy gape furrowed with frustration; hesitant to be displeased with himself, he seemed to present his features as if it were Sendoa he was choosing to blame. He would begin to search her gaze, eagerly, as if waiting for her to present the answer. And yet he would not gift her the time of his impatience; standing with a sudden snarl of irritation, and turning his shoulders away from her, extended tail flicking side to side as he would slowly begin to sway half-heartedly from her presence. He did not truly wish to leave her, and yet in that moment he felt as though he need reprimand somebody for his own weakness. Should she follow he would silently welcome her, should she remain perhaps he would forgive her crimeless existence. |