and now i want brimstone in my garden; killdare, any

[Killdare]

no matter what we breed we still are made of greed

The straw that broke the camels back. Would this be it? Was it enough to start the ball rolling? Killdare had tired of mere lip flapping, it was time for action, it was time for this so called War. When everything in his own life had become unstable and unpredictable he reverted to that which was familiar.

It was no feat truly, to steal the princess from the Gates, a sad and feeling Kingdom as it was. He couldn't help but feel a bit amused with himself as the scent of clover and greenery wafted towards him on the breeze. The little trinket had arrived, right on schedule to serve her time too. He'd not keep her waiting, though he wasn't expecting her to receive him well- he would not shame the Chamber by doing the same.

It is enough to find her, pressing the skies as he was, blocking the sun where it shone on her shining pelt. He would be hard pressed to mistake the smell of the Gates or to miss it among the danker notes of the Chamber's pines. It's not for show that he lands before her, simply dropping in place because he must at some point, must he not? The loose silt rising about his earthy hide, coating it further in residual matter from the lichen floor.

"I'd say welcome but I'm sure you wouldn't feel that way even if I did." He booms, his voice gruff and deep like a bass note among many treble harmonies. "Killdare, and they call you Sidra is it?"

KILLDARE

this is my kingdom come

The Dragon Lord & Colonel of the Chamber