05-04-2018, 07:53 PM
Arthas
Slowly but surely the kingdom was gaining in numbers, the relentless efforts of himself and the kingdom members were drawing in the interest of others, and on occasion stragglers found themselves seeking out Loess themselves. Today appeared to be just that day, the whinny of a stranger rings in Arthas' ears, he gazes out on the horizon and it was not long before he spotted a green stag vibrant against the white snow that covers the ground. His eyes narrowed and his ears lowered, his color, related to Dacia? he thought to himself, the wretched bitch who stole his heart and shattered it all at the same time. The one who truly turn his clockwork, breaking him into the bastard he is today.
He shakes his head, that is no way to treat a potential resident, besides he was not her. He casually moves closer to the stag, stopping a few paces away. His head is held with pride and he looks to find the opposing stallions gaze my name is Arthas, king of Loess, what is it you seek from Loess? He tries to detect a scent of another kingdom on him, it appears as though there was one, but it has now faded. Running from his problems? Perhaps he just grew tired of the bullshit overly trusting kingdom that now live in beqanna.
He shakes his head, that is no way to treat a potential resident, besides he was not her. He casually moves closer to the stag, stopping a few paces away. His head is held with pride and he looks to find the opposing stallions gaze my name is Arthas, king of Loess, what is it you seek from Loess? He tries to detect a scent of another kingdom on him, it appears as though there was one, but it has now faded. Running from his problems? Perhaps he just grew tired of the bullshit overly trusting kingdom that now live in beqanna.
A Product Of Your Despair
@[Wyrm]