Burned by the Fire {joining}

*Charon* · (This post was last modified: 07-27-2014, 06:48 AM by Charon.)

Charon Olympus was grinning from ear to ear that morning. He woke early and bathed in the river outside the emerald valley. Then he took a rather pleasant walk as he waited for his fur to dry. He groomed himself once more to make sure he looked very presentable. After walking through that blasted swamp last night, cleaning up was just what he needed to do. Now the muscular brute was clean as a whistle, obsidian coat shining from head to toe. The gold flames sparkled as they traveled up his legs. He truly looked like the god he was meant to be. Now it was time to take action.

As soon as the sun was fixed low in the sky, he turned toward the Olympus border. He had been wandering half a mile away all morning, giving his glorious queen some time to wake up and make herself presentable as well. On his way, Charon picked a small bouquet of wildflowers, their colors bright in the early spring. His new personality was slowly clicking into place, covering his old one like a mask and cape. He would pretend to be good and loyal to his queen, gaining her trust and rising through her ranks. He would prove his worth through battles and feats of strength, and would display his intelligence without its usual dark undertone. He would solve problems instead of creating them. But only for a while.

Then when he had reached the second or third tier, the carnage would begin. He would take over the throne, leaving death and destruction in his wake. Then a new reign would be born, with Charon as king. The throne was rightfully his, and he would earn it with his own sweat and blood. And with the blood of a few others, of course.

With a proud stride in his step and a new, friendly smile on his face, the large ebony brute would come to the border. He would lay the bouquet of little flowers at his feet and raise his gold trimmed head to the sky. He sent up a melodious song, calling for Virgil Olympus, the queen of these lands. The temporary queen. His call would soar across the valley, rolling over green hills as it went. He couldn't wait to see the face of that golden goddess. He would pull her under his spell. He would convince her of his act, and keep all anger and malice under control. Charon Olympus was posing as a good guy now.

"SPEECH"

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