10-09-2018, 09:17 PM
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Had they thought he'd just roll over and take it?
<i>Like some others had.</i>
Hadn't they known him at all. Their faithful wolf.
Betrayal was beginning to become a habit from those that sung love for him. His wife. His good friend. And now this. The worst betrayal of all.
His whole life had been in their service, guardian of their Taiga. Not a king, never a king. <i>They wouldn't dare call him a king to his face.</i> Caretaker of the forest, only. Nothing more. Home to shifters and outcasts alike. But the fairies. They didn't like magic? So he didn't use it. Those in his care, hadn't even known he'd had any. It was reserved for the comfort of weary travelers, for training his daughter to harness and control her dangerous magic. For defense. The one thing he'd never thought he'd need it for became reality, a living burning nightmare. And who had that enemy been?
The fairies.
The rage burned hotter than his blood had any right to feel being surrounded by solid ice, and his magic hardened the block further with a <i>crick</i>. A magic's roar. A wild man's wrath.
His life had been dedicated to that forest, devoted to those within. To the fairies. Self-less, they'd called him. And he had been. He never remarried, never even considered it. Hadn't the time to think of himself when his family and friends still breathed under that dark canopy. And the one time he left for a hunt, finally doing one thing for himself, he returned to find a traitor and an enemy. More bitter betrayal. Their only law was loyalty to each other. Apparently that had been too much to ask. Had they come with good intentions, he wouldn't have needed to protect the forest. But instead, they had chained innocents, captured them.
Oh, <i>HELL</i> no.
Not in his backyard.
For once his magic came out, letting it free, holding the tap to control it. The ground shook as he froze the earth two layers down. Unfreeze, refreeze. Unfreeze, refreeze. A flare of ice shot into the sky to call The People, a call to action, a battle cry. Their only warning. They would know he was coming. They would know their end was near. But the fairies didn't like magic, did they. They allowed the enemy to construct a violent wall around the land, tearing up the borders, scarring their precious Beqanna. Chaining up the innocent. And when he comes to set it right? To protect the fairies' forest. Suddenly, <i>he</i> is the threat?
Very well.
He can be a threat.
He can once again be what they created him for.
He roared again, needles of ice pushing out of his every pore, reinforcing the glacier surrounding him further. He wanted out, but the rage kept him, kept him curled protectively around his youngest daughter. Always the Guardian, it seemed. Even while under attack, while flinging attacks right back at the beasts of fire and stone, of water and smoke, he still put everyone before himself. Still spent all his reserves of magic on making certain as many of The People escaped. And with that last tap of power in him, he dove for his daughter and shielded them.
Permanently. </div> </div> </div>
<a href="https://youtu.be/_ubnhgZgsfc"><i>I'm still alive</i></a></center>
Had they thought he'd just roll over and take it?
<i>Like some others had.</i>
Hadn't they known him at all. Their faithful wolf.
Betrayal was beginning to become a habit from those that sung love for him. His wife. His good friend. And now this. The worst betrayal of all.
His whole life had been in their service, guardian of their Taiga. Not a king, never a king. <i>They wouldn't dare call him a king to his face.</i> Caretaker of the forest, only. Nothing more. Home to shifters and outcasts alike. But the fairies. They didn't like magic? So he didn't use it. Those in his care, hadn't even known he'd had any. It was reserved for the comfort of weary travelers, for training his daughter to harness and control her dangerous magic. For defense. The one thing he'd never thought he'd need it for became reality, a living burning nightmare. And who had that enemy been?
The fairies.
The rage burned hotter than his blood had any right to feel being surrounded by solid ice, and his magic hardened the block further with a <i>crick</i>. A magic's roar. A wild man's wrath.
His life had been dedicated to that forest, devoted to those within. To the fairies. Self-less, they'd called him. And he had been. He never remarried, never even considered it. Hadn't the time to think of himself when his family and friends still breathed under that dark canopy. And the one time he left for a hunt, finally doing one thing for himself, he returned to find a traitor and an enemy. More bitter betrayal. Their only law was loyalty to each other. Apparently that had been too much to ask. Had they come with good intentions, he wouldn't have needed to protect the forest. But instead, they had chained innocents, captured them.
Oh, <i>HELL</i> no.
Not in his backyard.
For once his magic came out, letting it free, holding the tap to control it. The ground shook as he froze the earth two layers down. Unfreeze, refreeze. Unfreeze, refreeze. A flare of ice shot into the sky to call The People, a call to action, a battle cry. Their only warning. They would know he was coming. They would know their end was near. But the fairies didn't like magic, did they. They allowed the enemy to construct a violent wall around the land, tearing up the borders, scarring their precious Beqanna. Chaining up the innocent. And when he comes to set it right? To protect the fairies' forest. Suddenly, <i>he</i> is the threat?
Very well.
He can be a threat.
He can once again be what they created him for.
He roared again, needles of ice pushing out of his every pore, reinforcing the glacier surrounding him further. He wanted out, but the rage kept him, kept him curled protectively around his youngest daughter. Always the Guardian, it seemed. Even while under attack, while flinging attacks right back at the beasts of fire and stone, of water and smoke, he still put everyone before himself. Still spent all his reserves of magic on making certain as many of The People escaped. And with that last tap of power in him, he dove for his daughter and shielded them.
Permanently. </div> </div> </div>
<a href="https://youtu.be/_ubnhgZgsfc"><i>I'm still alive</i></a></center>
