Annihilation Will be Unavoidable

N/A · 05-18-2014, 12:31 PM

She was well-versed in the art of combat, having spent the majority of her youth enamored by the power of physical strength and tactic, but her wit and judgment were lacking and therefore she had never truly been capable of governing a nation?no matter what her arrogance willed her to believe. It was for this reason?her overflowing self-confidence and ability in battle?and this reason alone that she had had the means to thieve a crown so early in her youth, and it was for this reason alone that she had discarded the same crown only just after she had seized it. Her lack of experience in a position of authority would always keep her from maintaining power no matter how many thrones she would occupy in her lifetime, and only once she was educated upon leadership would she truly breach her maximum potential. Thus, it was not a question of when she would be able to fulfill her self-proclaimed destiny of supremacy, but a question of how?and perhaps the very answer to this question was conveniently poised before her very own eyes and she was too blind to realize it.

He would shed light upon his victory over the ice king (her former king) and his immaculate beauty, but the paladin understood that Isardis was not worshipped for his beauty alone. After all, Artemis herself had not been persuaded into Glaciem?s fold because of the desire to possess the king due to his pristine genetics (for she had never truly grasped the concept of lust quite yet), but had been convinced through his silver tongue. He was intelligent and had the ability to tweak the minds of his inferiors to suit his own desires through unique mannerisms (hers through praise), and thus was more dangerous than the red titan seemed to believe. ?It is quite obvious that the strong will prevail over the beautiful. Beauty will not save a man from a monster, will it? Intelligence, however?? she mused, delving further into her own beliefs. ?The intelligent are, perhaps, the most dangerous of them all.? It was a suggestion; she knew not why the behemoth had taken such an interest in the albino sovereign but perhaps her insight would prove to be useful to the brute. After all, she had spent seasons beneath Isardis? wing; who better to know of the king?s intelligence than one who had been manipulated by him?

She found herself captivated by him?his speech demanded the entirety of her attention and she would willingly gift it to him, her celestial gaze never once wavering from his grotesque countenance as he spoke of we and us as a whole and not two unique individuals. A smirk would encumber her porcelain features but even still it was a vague expression that would not allow an insight to the thoughts swarming through her diseased mind as she pondered the knowledge he infiltrated deep into the confines of her skull. ?You speak as if you have me figured out,? she accused, a singular brow quirking upon her forehead contemplatively. She stared at him for a long moment, then finally: ?Perhaps you do.?

She would move, her rump leaving the earth abruptly as she sought to swiftly devour the slight distance between them with elongated and graceful strides. Her stance was unguarded although she was treading dangerous waters, mismatched amethyst and silver gaze unmoving from his own cyan as she made her daring approach, attempting to halt mere inches from his own gargantuan form. Still she was silent?almost robotic-like as she searched his features, transfixed and emotionless. ?Does this thirst for chaos deserve to be quenched?? It was not only a question, but an invitation. ?Would you act upon your desires as I would?will?

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