01-28-2016, 10:21 PM
there's no religion that could save me
no matter how long my knees are on the floor
i'll pick up these broken pieces 'til i'm bleeding
if that'll make it right
“I thought that was how we ended up with you?” Haha, nice try dipshit Brennen.
It takes everything in Nihlus not to bring hell down from the heavens as he stomps towards the Jungle. If he had learned anything at all from his one other kingdom-visit, it was that people don’t like having their parades rained on. Which is ridiculous. The rain is great, and Nihlus can make it rain (wink), and therefore, Nihlus is great.
And NOT a part of the Tundra because of some stupid trade.
You see, Noori had jumped ship at an early age with Scorch and Hestoni. She’d run and gone and fucked three men and borne three children, not that the said children knew anything of the man fucking. But anyways, Mother Spring raised Nihlus, Cerva and Daemron in the Valley with Eight as their pretend father, and when the time came, they moved out like grown ass adults.
It just so happened that NIhlus moved to the Tundra, and that he was conveniently of a royal Jungle bloodline, one that extended back more years than he likes to think about.
And now he’s here again, standing indignantly upon the border of the Jungle, calling for someone he knows is not his grandmum, and hoping that his storm of a king – see what I did there – arrives soon enough to clean up the mess Nihlus is about to make.
That is, unless there is no mess – a handsome smile glides across his lips just as a woman slips through the underbrush, and his sour aura dispereses into thin air.
How convenient.
Nihlus
rain manipulating, rabbit shifting son of Sinder & Noori
HEHE