Annihilation Will be Unavoidable

N/A · 04-17-2014, 10:18 PM

She was a slave to the night, restlessly haunting lands she had once believed her family to possess with their immense vigor and great fortitude. Yet those were tales of old, passed along from a conniving mother?s silver tongue in the hopes that her children would take her words for worth and one day construct their own dominions with golden thrones to boot. They were dreams?farfetched, even?that the porcelain prodigy had taken pause in obtaining, yet dreams nonetheless that Artemis had not quite forgotten. Her mother?s dreams had become her own ambitions?desires that lurked in the back of her skull, sluggishly prodding their way into prominence with each day that passed by. She had come so close to seizing these desires months prior, when she had overestimated her own capabilities, but never again. No; once the opportunity presented itself to her again, she would not shy away from the supremacy offered, but clutch it between her covetous paws and refute any who wished to pry it from her relentless grasp.

Shadows danced across the barren wasteland as the paladin stalked off into the unknown, immediately ensnaring her attention and diverting her focus from internal struggles to external awareness. His was the only figure in sight, illuminated dully by the silver moonlight cast upon his behemoth physique, seemingly oblivious to her ominous presence that loomed perpendicular to his own as they both journeyed onward, apparently without a particular destination in mind. Immediately intrigued by this abrupt encounter, the banshee halted in her lackadaisical stride as the goliath took pause in his own, allowing for the chilling winds to comb through her pallid coat as she silently examined her newest companion. Familiarity struck the wench as her mismatched gaze lingered upon the state of his marred and smirking countenance, recognizing him to be the red king that had reigned over the northern pack that had opposed the ice king she had once pledged allegiance to. He was of Valhallan ties?this, she knew, having witnessed his fight against Isardis during times of war?and briefly, the wraith contemplated over whether or not her presence was unwelcomed here. After all, it had been at her paws that Valhalla had crumbled (however briefly), so it was not so farfetched to believe him to be bitter over the loss. However, the prodigy?s total lack of fear towards the unknown forced her to press onward as she made her daring approach towards him, poised immaculately as he.

?Have all the great kings fallen?? she inquired slowly, demanding his attention with the unbridled amusement lacing her typically monotonous vocals. It was a question she did not expect an answer to, but one that she hoped would force him to halt in his saunter. Once she was within a comfortable proximity to the russet fiend, she, too, paused, cocking her skull slightly to the side with mock-curiosity befitting of a whelp as a wry grin unfolded across the premises of her facial features, contorting her countenance darkly. ?And how dull it is to return to the kings and queens of new and see how they interact peacefully.? At this, she frowned, admitting to the disappointment that wracked her. She was a being who thrived upon chaos; the world was far too bland when all was well.

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