lizard licking

The man was in the shadow of his glorified half brother. His monarchy was unheard of in the recent days. The Pale King was sick and his stay was soon over. Kris was often cursed with jealousy but if fueled his ambitious. One day he wished to rule. He wished to conquer and lead. He had the metallity of an Alpha. A King. The boy was the sun of Gairale, the man who put the Armada name on the charts. It was only his duty as his son to breed and rule. To test the boundaries of the lands they sat upon. But, as his brother took the claim of the north his goals were shoved to the side in a stab of reality. He had no followers. He had whores who gave away their flower for his used stick. It was meaningless and they only wanted a single thing from him. They would not follow. They saw him as pleasure. Nothing more, nothing less. Yet, he had joined Covari in a rush for stability. Maybe he could climb the ranks. Get in good with the others? Find a spot as the Queens Guard? Or even participate in populating the Kingdom with little heirs? He had many ambitious, yet to see the light of reality.

The man had his immature moments and his silly thoughts. He was a boy for crying out loud. He matured at the rate of any boy. Which was why his very sister could not stand him. His annoying confidence and silver tongued words. She hated him, but he did not want the masked fae before him to feel the same. As she spoke her arrogant words he laughed softly. "I am sure your not, darling." The cobalt Armada laughed once more and looked away. His head tilted to see the skies above. He observed for a few moments before her annoyed tones filled his audits once again. The man smirked and looked back at the beautiful woman. "Isn't that what I just said?" He was right. She mimicked what he had just stated. The boy had a strike to his ego, inflating it even more then usual. "Does the little red have a man under her wing?" He changed the subject, hoping she would soothe a little.


"Speech"