Kingdom Meeting (Reply by June 5th)

[Aneku]

OOC: Hope you don't mind him dropping by? If not feel free to ignore this post. Just thought it would be better posting him here rather than cluttering the board? When you've had the sweet nectar of life taint your lips, nothing ever is the same again. When you've seen the life, the soul, lift from another right infront of your eyes, you are a changed man. It's these things that had shaped the fiery steed since his birth upon The Beach, some years ago now. The vile creature he was, a hellion spawned on earth. He lay beside the golden mare as she quivered and quaked, succumbing to her end -- he just made it that little bit faster. He remembers her words. It's those words that carved the mountainous path for him throughout his life. He was nothing like his brethren. Nothing like the pale stallion, Viento. No, of course. Because it was Aneku that had ended the golden mare's life. And it was he that was the curse upon her lips. Viento was the golden child if you will. Born of love, of care. Not the spawn of some sordid moment. The fiery brute had taken a long time, deliberate and slow was his search for that pale stallion. He found out many things, he found out he had children, he had a life. Aneku had found out that he lived in The Tundra -- many years ago now. Of course, he wouldn't be there. But where else to start again than to take the place of his 'rightful and honourable' brother? Aneku's ashen feet sunk into the thick bed of white. Cool and crisp, the air matted his mane, pulling at his skin in frostbitten bites and snatches. He welcomed the cold, it matched his frozen heart. His deadened eyes matched the backdrop of naked trees and wasteland. He already felt at home. He thought a second, his body bled into the backdrop and he was gone, a flash and he reappeared a hundred feet infront. He did this until he was near the border. He wasn't careless, he might have been a brute, a hellion of sorts but he was not careless. He knew the regulations and wouldn't break them without fair warning. So he stood by the border, the glimmering ice further in catching the bleak sun's rays. A glass kingdom, flawless and crystalline. It drew him in, the first moments of his life, he went over and over, playing back Jinca's words like a broken record. It was burning his crimson tipped ears. You are nothing like your brother, Viento. She had sounded so heartbroken, repulsed. He was the snake born in Eden. The repulsive creature with eyes of oblivion and a heart as black as night. Skin like fire and a thirst for blood. The memories shifted and his ear cocked to the sound of a call; an invitation, at least that was what the chestnut hellion took it as. He was deliberately slow with his stride, a lazy jog taking him further into the Tundra, where he saw glimpses of a few residents. His nostrils flared, catching the scent on the air. Everything frostbitten, cold. He stored it all into memory and remained more on the outskirts of the group that was building. He caught the eye of the black stallion, his obsidian gaze watching him thoughtfully. A King's respect is often due, so Aneku did not probe, he did not step out of place, instead he stood like a fire brand upon the white hinterland, stood and waited, listened and remained silent. His ears lazily perked, attuned and attentive, his eyes, though deadpan, saw all. carnage x jinca • teleportation • death god of nowhere

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