Sometimes Dead is Better
10-15-2018, 11:02 AM
He stood at the mouth of the billowing mountain, and lifted his head to call those that remained in the carcass of Ruina. They were his family; his true family, members of the Praetor line that he had sworn to, and he would not abandon them now like his miserable father had. Tyranis was a man of action and a man of opportunity, he would not let his family fall to ruin simply because his father had done what was so underlyingly in character for him and disappeared. They would not fall. In his call he summoned his uncle and his father’s latest get, along with whatever fellow bastards wandered the mountain searching for a purpose. It was up to him now, to give them sanctuary and a higher calling.
In the far reaches of his mind Tyranis heard the soft mutterings of what he had been told were the demons of the mountains. The spirits of Ruina. In spite of his father’s abandonment they remained and they continued to protect the Praetor line. He would do for them what his father had been too cowardly to do. His blood would rule an empire, and nothing would stand in his way.
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10-27-2018, 08:20 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-27-2018, 08:21 AM by Korinna.)
Where the actual shit had everyone gone? One day had become readily apparent that Elias had left, and many others had followed suit. Eventually, she wasn't sure anyone had left at all - which could only lead her to wonder if they hadn't intended to stay in these lands in the first place. Bullshit. Kori thought back to when she'd met Elias and had been enamored with the man, internally kicking herself for being so impulsive and receptive to his charm. Ah, well. Little gained, just as little lost. It wasn't a huge devastation to her, it was mostly just ridiculously annoying, especially as she'd gotten quite fond of these weird lands. Maybe all the shit that Elias had told her, that Tyranis had told her too, was just bullshit. Either way, she hadn't believed it, but she'd been happy to play along with it.
Now, she was left wondering if they'd both just been playing along, too.
Huffing, she trudged on, though was surprised when a familiar scent touched her nose. Tyranis was still here? No less annoyed, the scarred black female continued on, her pace lazy and her face betraying that vague annoyance that lurked beneath the surface. She barely offered Tyranis a smile when she finally found him, instead fixing her eyes on him skeptically. "So, snake charmer," she quipped, thinking back to the first time she'd met him. "What happened to this grand empire?"