I Just Killed My Boyfriend

He was caught in a fever dream, in a spinning, whirling mess of fear and uncertainty. When he awoke to crimson light it took him a few moments to realize what had awakened him, a howl? a challenge. Drashiel's fur stood on end. He could not have heard that call right. A challenge to the death with his father! And the call, there was now doubt, Syrnix Adravendi?. Drashiel growled as he leapt to his feet but his bosom was surprisingly empty of hate. How could he hold anything but respect for a warrior skilled enough to defeat his father?


However there was fear? what if his father were to die in this fight? Had Drashiel had been granted a new start only to lose it? Was fate punishing him for his hubris? The young male moved slowly to the battlefield as he tried to ease the numbness that coursed it's way through his limbs. His future hung on the precipice and all he could feel was? nothing.


As he came upon the two males he found himself unable to speak. Rather he drew himself together, as regal and cold as the north wind itself. He would show himself to be the king his father had hoped he would be, regardless if this fight meant the dissolution of their kingdom or a sturdy base from which others would gaze in fearful respect.


"Speech"