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Isardis

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03-27-2014, 07:55 AM (This post was last modified: 03-27-2014, 07:56 AM by Isardis.)




There was nothing that angered him more than having to present himself wounded and unclean to his people; a writhing monster appearing upon a skeleton horizon, with no audience but his own shuddering pride. Broken skin screamed of bloodied victories upon his towering limbs, a veteran limping upon toes of brittle pain and yet his features were void, perhaps far too exhausted to express any ounce of emotion that coiled beneath his pale skin. They would see little of their King for perhaps a short time, the pallid beast threatening his health even through his presentation in that moment. Rest was all that could cure his injuries, but he needed to show them he was still there; show them that no matter how broken and torn his skin seemed, his mind and body would prevail against even the most youthful and trained of foes.

He was a King, and what was a King that was easily felled? If but for a few moments he loitered beneath Sendoa?s perch, proud of her ability to fill in where he may sometimes lack. A disappointed glance would be cast to the several there, a frown heavy upon his dial as the lame monster would brew thoughts of misery, ?Such a meagre effort, to attend the call of one?s queen,? it was clear now, that in his tired voice he was not satisfied with the poor show of numbers. ?Those present will have their efforts appreciated,? his skull craned to gaze upon Sendoa for a moment, ?Liberty and Eris, Sendoa; reward them for their labours,? and he knew she would understand. ?Glaciem stands unbreakable,? it was a suggestion of his victory, his voice faltering with the pain of his lungs, and he would turn then, to slink earthward; seeking a domain to heal his wounds, a safehouse to recover.


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