10-21-2017, 03:31 PM
This land is strange and cold.
The only things he can remember are the Chamber and Lyanna. Oh, Lyanna, his beautiful, cunning twin. They were basically mirrors of one another, aside from their coloring, twins born of the late and great Tatter and Frostreaver. The two of them had left behind quite the legacy, but the twins had never been able to quite live up to it. He used to be young and reckless, much like his sire in his own youth, angry at the world for no reason other than he could be. He had certainly made no friends in his youth, nothing to carry on for later use in life. He doubts those of Beqanna even remember his name.
He almost prefers it this way. He was ignorant in his youth, blinded by the fact that his parents were once monarchs of a kingdom that they failed many times over. Tatter had thought himself a great king, but he was ignorant, too; blinded by the glory his father had set in front of him at a very young age. Frost was... something else entirely. Never built to rule, but thrust into the spotlight nonetheless before abandoning the crown and her lover, her own half-brother. Malekith and Lyanna were born long after their parents failed as rulers, and the painted stallion was never quite able to get over it as a child.
It turned him bitter and angry, but the struggles of his youth have graciously been left behind him, much like Beqanna herself had been broken down and made anew. Sure, there is something in the stallion that is cruel, scheming, but he isn't a child anymore. He will make his own way in life, of that he is sure.
He does not need his parents' broken legacy. He will build his own.
The only things he can remember are the Chamber and Lyanna. Oh, Lyanna, his beautiful, cunning twin. They were basically mirrors of one another, aside from their coloring, twins born of the late and great Tatter and Frostreaver. The two of them had left behind quite the legacy, but the twins had never been able to quite live up to it. He used to be young and reckless, much like his sire in his own youth, angry at the world for no reason other than he could be. He had certainly made no friends in his youth, nothing to carry on for later use in life. He doubts those of Beqanna even remember his name.
He almost prefers it this way. He was ignorant in his youth, blinded by the fact that his parents were once monarchs of a kingdom that they failed many times over. Tatter had thought himself a great king, but he was ignorant, too; blinded by the glory his father had set in front of him at a very young age. Frost was... something else entirely. Never built to rule, but thrust into the spotlight nonetheless before abandoning the crown and her lover, her own half-brother. Malekith and Lyanna were born long after their parents failed as rulers, and the painted stallion was never quite able to get over it as a child.
It turned him bitter and angry, but the struggles of his youth have graciously been left behind him, much like Beqanna herself had been broken down and made anew. Sure, there is something in the stallion that is cruel, scheming, but he isn't a child anymore. He will make his own way in life, of that he is sure.
He does not need his parents' broken legacy. He will build his own.