09-19-2019, 09:52 PM
V u l g a r i S
His world has fallen apart to its very core more times than he has ever cared to count. He remembers watching Nocturnal slip through his fingers in the early, golden days of his youth and then holding Shiya while she cried over lovers who scorned her. How many nights did he lose sleep because he felt in his heart of hearts that Leliana would leave him for Dovev? And those were just the early days when things were simple. God, he wants to laugh at himself for thinking those were problems at all. But the sun never rose or warmed his face when any of it as happening. Endless night washed over him and he swore he’d let the sea take him if it would only reach.
But here he stands, stripped of everything he initially thought sacred, and stronger than ever. His pale green eyes watch the lion when he offers up his response, clearly weighed down by the troubles of his life. All he has is time, thankfully, so he waits patiently while Litotes explains the dilemma of the other kingdoms.
Loess still has that ravenous sweet tooth for power and domain, it seems. He regrets ever bleeding that awful hunger into its soil. A slow sigh is exhaled from his nose as his gaze wanders to the horizon as though it holds some secret answer. Of course, he wonders what his father would do at a time like this but he remembers the old serpent’s stories. Larva would tear his own sons limb from limb like a heartless god if they defied him. Vulgaris has grown so tired of the fighting and the bloodshed, though.
“A part of me will always love Loess, but I serve the people of Tephra now, and they’ve grown tired of wars. We’re tired of herding our children to sanctuaries and neutral territories. We’re tired of burying our sons and daughters,” he says, remembering seeing people too young for such violence torn open. Only old dogs like him ever deserved that kind of gore. “I’ll come to Loess with you. I think we can find a way to settle things without another tally on the death tolls.”
Naturally, his thoughts go to Adna, living quietly in Taiga. Was she safe beneath a Loessian leader? He swallows hard and grits his teeth at the thought but he doesn’t voice it to Litotes for now.
But here he stands, stripped of everything he initially thought sacred, and stronger than ever. His pale green eyes watch the lion when he offers up his response, clearly weighed down by the troubles of his life. All he has is time, thankfully, so he waits patiently while Litotes explains the dilemma of the other kingdoms.
Loess still has that ravenous sweet tooth for power and domain, it seems. He regrets ever bleeding that awful hunger into its soil. A slow sigh is exhaled from his nose as his gaze wanders to the horizon as though it holds some secret answer. Of course, he wonders what his father would do at a time like this but he remembers the old serpent’s stories. Larva would tear his own sons limb from limb like a heartless god if they defied him. Vulgaris has grown so tired of the fighting and the bloodshed, though.
“A part of me will always love Loess, but I serve the people of Tephra now, and they’ve grown tired of wars. We’re tired of herding our children to sanctuaries and neutral territories. We’re tired of burying our sons and daughters,” he says, remembering seeing people too young for such violence torn open. Only old dogs like him ever deserved that kind of gore. “I’ll come to Loess with you. I think we can find a way to settle things without another tally on the death tolls.”
Naturally, his thoughts go to Adna, living quietly in Taiga. Was she safe beneath a Loessian leader? He swallows hard and grits his teeth at the thought but he doesn’t voice it to Litotes for now.
In this shook-up, twisted world, I'm gradually growing transparent and vanishing
Don’t look for me; don't look at me
Don’t look for me; don't look at me
