Like a splotch of spilled ink on red canvas, the once-wraith moves slowly through the scarlet sky of the dawning Deserts. Wings of a dragon carry the giant over the kingdom and he cannot suppress the smile that breaks hard and wide across his face. The fathomless despair that had starved his hungry heart for so long was forgotten now as he drank in the heat of the welcoming sun. The night-giant was home and the poignant depths of his gratitude for this feat was enough to keep the rage of his death deep and bottled down. There was much to be done, much to atone for and vengeance was a flavor he could wait to taste, especially when the pleasures he had missed for so long were still so heavy and sweet in his mouth.
Vanquish steps easily from the sky, massive wings folding against his sides as he settles onto the highest dune before sending out his call to any that still call the Deserts home. So far only one besides his Golden Rose had he even laid eyes upon, the blue marbled stallion that the shadow’s chased. He knows Yael will come, as constant as the changing of the dunes was her presence – and they had all of been pretty fucking glad for it. The sands were barren, but weren’t they always? His kingdom had always piqued the hearts of those who craved space the most, but even the palms swayed with a certain loneliness that he had not known before.
The Nightwalker waits to speak until others stand before him, “For those who do not know, my name is Vanquish. I called this same throne my own not many years ago and I do so now again.” He says, his voice is heavy and wet with eagerness in the dry air, “if any of you so wish to remain here and help rebuild this kingdom, say so now and your devotion will not be overlooked.”
If there were naught but shadows left in the Deserts, then the same greatness that wrestled him from the grave will be the same that rebuilds what once was.
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Vanquish steps easily from the sky, massive wings folding against his sides as he settles onto the highest dune before sending out his call to any that still call the Deserts home. So far only one besides his Golden Rose had he even laid eyes upon, the blue marbled stallion that the shadow’s chased. He knows Yael will come, as constant as the changing of the dunes was her presence – and they had all of been pretty fucking glad for it. The sands were barren, but weren’t they always? His kingdom had always piqued the hearts of those who craved space the most, but even the palms swayed with a certain loneliness that he had not known before.
The Nightwalker waits to speak until others stand before him, “For those who do not know, my name is Vanquish. I called this same throne my own not many years ago and I do so now again.” He says, his voice is heavy and wet with eagerness in the dry air, “if any of you so wish to remain here and help rebuild this kingdom, say so now and your devotion will not be overlooked.”
If there were naught but shadows left in the Deserts, then the same greatness that wrestled him from the grave will be the same that rebuilds what once was.
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Just need to know who intends on staying/going on the rank boards.