TAKE ME OUT
08-20-2014, 04:17 PM
sorry for length :/
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? perhaps the tyrant queen is a negligent leader, incapable of maintaining the intoxicating thrill of power or the will to configure ruthless militants out of her prospective acolytes. such repetitive tasks bestowed upon her as queen have a habit of becoming mundane, for the phantom only thrives upon chaos -- diplomacy and benevolent guises have never been her forte, for she is the embodiment of the scythe, the guillotine, and for her family: the shield. she has been blessed with the ruthless and vindictive mentality of a warrior { and a savage one at that }, and possesses the battle prowess to match it. to conquer her adversaries in the arena -- to witness the gore her jaws provoke and the defeat that encumbers the gazes of her victims -- is the most enthralling and gratifying sensation known to her youthful bones. the aftermath of victory becomes dissatisfying when there is nothing left to aspire towards -- when she has seized everything she desires betwixt covetous paws and has nothing left to annihilate. yet those who had earned her spite had fled -- had turned tail when the threat of her wrath became prominent with graceless cowardice. to say that she is infuriated with this god-forsaken cesspool of a world and the incompetent dregs that linger within its premises is an understatement; the phantom is infinitely disappointed that she has not been able to obliterate her adversaries when all they did was run -- run and shun the possibility of ultimate chaos as if it were such a dastardly concept that urged for elimination. this peaceful mindset of the creatures that dwell upon alacritia is loathsome to the tyrant queen, and it is something she no longer seeks to remain a part of. however, this is the lands of her birth -- the origins of her family -- and some twisted sense of faith will keep the tyrant rooted here in hopes that those of her surname will return to her fold. but they are not present -- not the majority. ares remains obscured in shadows with his whore, where he wastes away his potential and makes no effort to support their kin -- where he grows weaker at heart with every fleeting moment. and novocaine -- if she retained her crown it would be for his sake, for it had been he who had never fled the scene of alacritia nor doubted her capabilities. and yet, the tyrant knows she cannot withstand the responsibility weighing down her shoulders and the heaviness of her crown for his sake and his sake alone. she will haunt their enigmatic forest as his guardian, his failed monarch -- but she can no longer provide for him the power of titles and meaningless prestige. she may fail him as a superior; however, she will never waver from her duties as sister. they filter into the clearing, pitiful in number yet prompt, diligent. still she is a silent and emotionless spectre as her haunches recline upon the soil, abstract gaze fervently scanning each of her advocates as she offers them the faintest incline of her skull in tacit greeting. it is only once the firebird?s inquiry breaches the stagnant atmosphere that the slightest touch of emotion engraves the porcelain folds of her countenance, a wry grin lifting her chiseled lips as a bemused snort flares velveteen nostrils. ?if i wanted you to slaughter, the entirety of alacritia would scatter in fear,? she muses aloud, venom evidently lacing her tones as she refers to their failed siege. irritation surges through her interior at the commemoration, yet she is stilled entirely as her carmine beauty?s scarlet flesh intertwines with her own pallid, causing her muscles to tense in protest of the contact. yet she does not shy away from fiamette?s caressing touch -- she simply does not welcome affection for she cannot understand it. despite her stiffened posture her mismatched gaze softens as she beholds the molten gaze of her little demon, a smile threatening to tug at frayed lips. pupils trail the nubile physique of the red wraith until she settles into the small crowd, and her pale shoulders shrug in preparation for the speech that proceeds. ?last time we meet i had taken to my throne, and last time we met i gave you a reason as to why i intended to retain it. my siblings -- all but novo -- they have left without a word or reason. they were my reason, but with their absence this crown grows heavy. and i no longer have a purpose to wear it,? she informs them, violet and silver gaze yet lingering upon her brother for a prolonged moment as she ponders over whether or not he only values her if she is clad in the golden embellishments of a queen. ?i vowed for our greatness, and perhaps i have failed you. but this world is failing me, with every coward that turns their back and flees in the face of danger. i no longer desire to conquer the dregs that reside here, nor do i wish for any of them to come to power. which is why i will offer my crown to one of you,? is the announcement that infiltrates the air, and yet again she looks to her brother for he will have precedence over the throne if only he voices interest. if not, then the elysius phantom is willing to settle for the others, for she knows that they are all fairly competent. |
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