02-27-2016, 07:46 AM
But still you out in these streets, thinking you hot as can be.
Without the knowledge to lead, so you just follow the sheep.
Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean
It is almost a relief when he hears the smooth voice, full of interest slip through the dark space that separated him and the unknown figure. At least he thinks the one before him is a complete stranger. Little did he know that he'd soon be standing face to face with Hestia's killer. The one he had for a while felt so much guilt for not stopping. Slowly the fire rolls within, dancing through his vein's as though caressing the body they hid within like a lover's soft kisses. Like him, they were glad to be back where they were meant to be.
He waits silently. Watching the figure of flame and smoke move closer. He notes the unusual fluid movement of the stallion despite the flames and his lips quirk in slight smirk. Thoughts began to circle within him, thinking of how the stallion could be of use to him, could provide an extra spark the Valley needed and we're most definitely missing. Lord knows the Valley's kingdom was dying for that one personality that set them apart from the rest.
You could almost say that Demian as a king liked to collect the most different, the weirdos, the murderers to fill the walls of the Valley. The kingdom was becoming his own personal freak-show and oh how he loved it. Eight the magician, known for his chaotic acts, his lack of morals, his plots for his own personal gain. The stallion mixed with moth, looking more like the fluttering creature in equine form. The fire stallion with a great temper and desire for personal gain to match. Cress, too sweet and gentle with a unique brokenness.. And there were more, as well as children soon to come to match their unusual differences.
Yes, Pollock would be a glorious addition, and it is made even more solid in his mind when the Krampus made equine says what he does next. Slowly, Demian's smirk turns into a sickening smile. You'd think the gentleman king of the Valley would real back in horror, and turn and flee. But Demian's gentlemanly behavior hid his dark side all too well. Instead of running, he stands tall, not phased in the slightest.
In fact, to be honest... He was amused.
"I can't say I was close to her," his voice is different now. Liquid smooth, but full of dark amusement. "As I had only just met her that day." His shoulders roll in a soft shrug. "You in a way did me a favor you know." He tilts his head slightly and chuckles dryly in response to the palomino stallions next comment. "Her mate was meant to be my prodigy, yet he didn't live up to expectation." It was disappointing honestly. That Fennick hadn't been able to live up to what the Valley King had believed him able. "Yet I can't say it's much of a pity, her loss or his. Without your killing Hestia, Fennick wouldn't of lost his last reason to stick around and I wouldn't have been able to take back the throne."
"So I have you to thank for that." Overhead the Raven's call as they swarm through the forest in search of chamberlings who had not reached the fight and the smell of burnt landscape travels with the wind. Taking a deep breath, he holds it for a moment before exhaling slowly and straightening his posture a bit. "Knowing of your capabilities, I think I may have a proposition for you." He wanted him on the Valley's side. He knew the stallion would be a perfect addition. "I would like for you to come to my Kingdom The Valley, and to join us... In return I will give you freedom and a reason to use those very interesting skills of yours."
He pauses for a while letting what he's said sink in and for the other to mull it over in his mind. "I would like to plant a seed in your mind. An idea in other words." His voice grows quiet, only loud enough to be heard by the one in front of him. "This war has left many of the other kingdoms vulnerable. Quite terribly in fact. While mothers and fathers leave to fight in war, the children have been left protected by the weakest. Those inexperienced in fighting and defense." He pauses, allowing the tension of excitement to grow in the short space between them. He can feel the fire roll faster through his veins, and the flames swirl excitedly in his eye sockets as he thinks of it. The fire at this point is entirely fueling his ideas and thoughts. "You should use your skills against their children. Taking the lifeblood of those who fight would be a most valuable move against the other side." His smiles grows even more sickening. "You would become a nightmares tale to naughty children." What was a better way for him to be remembered from the war?
demian.