02-25-2016, 08:48 PM
there is no good or evil, only power
and those to weak to seek it
and those to weak to seek it
They are barely within the confines of the dragon’s kingdom when he spots Rhy crossing beneath the archway, a strange mare at her side. Vanquish is not alarmed by their arrival, such a sight was not an uncommon one in the Deserts – especially with the current state of affairs between the kingdoms. At first an acknowledging smile touches the king’s lips at the sight of Rhy, a mare tied to him in more than one way, a mare tied to him in life and in death.
But his grin lives a short life as he notices the raven’s that clutch forbiddingly at the two mare’s backs, their faces slates of regret and stoic grief. The sand beneath his hooves began to shudder as Straia speaks through the raven’s mouth, her voice infuriatingly smug as the unknown mare crumpled dead at their feet. His eyes slide immediately to the ravens that clatter and claw upon Rhy’s skin as Straia’s voice fades beneath the stroke of white fire that slides through his being and clattered his teeth together, filling his mouth with the acrid taste of metal and sending him to his knees before everything turned black and smothering.
Vanquish had been on the receiving end of more than a few strikes from Kratos when he was a child but nothing near as all-consuming as what reached out and tore him to the ground now. He wakes with one of Lagertha’s hooves pushing into his flank and he lets out a disgruntled roar as he shakes the thrums of energy out of his ears, glancing down to ensure Mast’s chest still rose and fell with life. “I’m awake!” He bellows, thundering to his feet and his gaze following the scorched sand back to his howling, lightning-bound son.
The next words out of Lagertha’s iron and armored mouth unfurl his wings from his sides and send him wobbling, lightning-drunk into the sky - Yael was the in the Chamber. Kratos and Tarnished would protect the Deserts in his stead, as the Oak follows the Willow’s path. As he crosses the sky-border of his kingdom he feels the shudder of fortification that the golden queen had sent to swathe over their Deserts but even that didn’t steady his heart - Yael was in the Chamber.
But his grin lives a short life as he notices the raven’s that clutch forbiddingly at the two mare’s backs, their faces slates of regret and stoic grief. The sand beneath his hooves began to shudder as Straia speaks through the raven’s mouth, her voice infuriatingly smug as the unknown mare crumpled dead at their feet. His eyes slide immediately to the ravens that clatter and claw upon Rhy’s skin as Straia’s voice fades beneath the stroke of white fire that slides through his being and clattered his teeth together, filling his mouth with the acrid taste of metal and sending him to his knees before everything turned black and smothering.
Vanquish had been on the receiving end of more than a few strikes from Kratos when he was a child but nothing near as all-consuming as what reached out and tore him to the ground now. He wakes with one of Lagertha’s hooves pushing into his flank and he lets out a disgruntled roar as he shakes the thrums of energy out of his ears, glancing down to ensure Mast’s chest still rose and fell with life. “I’m awake!” He bellows, thundering to his feet and his gaze following the scorched sand back to his howling, lightning-bound son.
The next words out of Lagertha’s iron and armored mouth unfurl his wings from his sides and send him wobbling, lightning-drunk into the sky - Yael was the in the Chamber. Kratos and Tarnished would protect the Deserts in his stead, as the Oak follows the Willow’s path. As he crosses the sky-border of his kingdom he feels the shudder of fortification that the golden queen had sent to swathe over their Deserts but even that didn’t steady his heart - Yael was in the Chamber.
VANQUISH
dragon king of the deserts