05-05-2020, 10:27 PM
GHAUL
i can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back
His life has been pristine and perfect ever since his return from the northern kingdom. His brood has hatched into three powerful children, his enemies have either bent to his will or suffered the consequences, and now Anaxarete slips from the shadows to him. Ghaul raises his head and watches her carefully when she draws closer from her cloud of shadows and wisps of darkness. She speaks the words he has been dying to hear and his wings spread wide, blanketing them in their shade.
Her eyes glow in the same way as the stars across his face and horns. The time has come for Pangea to display its true strength. A grin peels across his face and he croons softly in delight when she elaborates. The keys to the kingdom are his at last. The training and lessons have all come to an end, he thinks, ad he is grateful for her guidance. She has polished his rough edges and sharpened others until he was perfectly built for this role.
“I will carve our names into the core of this world, so it will never forget who shaped it,” he promises, carefully reaching out and touching his nose to her cheek. It comforts him to know she is not leaving him entirely, this surrogate mother who sculpted the second half of his childhood. His talons leave angry wounds in the red dirt as he steps back from her. The monster lifts his head and calls for his brother, for his wife, and his brood. He summons the creatures he has gathered to the Cove and the ones who’ve come on their own.
With a flap of his wings, he parts from Ana’s side and onto a withering cliff only a few feet higher than where he stood previously. He wants to watch them all approach clearly. Ghaul is restless as he waits, counting each second until they gather at his rallying cry.
“Family, I have news to share with you all,” he begins, all his jagged teeth grinning wildly as his talons sinks deeper into the dry clay. “Our Queen is passing the torch to me, and I share the crown with my brother, Draco. Together, with each and every one of you, we will light the path to a better tomorrow. Tephra has already faced the fire and regrown, as did Icicle Isle. The western most portion of Nerine is but ash.”
He pauses, remembering the way their small forest burned so readily for him. But there is so much more work to do.
“The rest of this world will answer for its crimes of harboring the weak. Loess has agreed to stand aside when we march to their borders and set them ablaze, and in exchange we will not steal their members or fight them for captives. The north, however, is yours to pick clean. Take everything they love and show them the punishment for not yielding to strength when it is presented to them.”
Ghaul quiets as he examines their faces and searches them for any sign of uncertainty among them. He knows they are all powerful in their own right, though, and he does not worry that they will falter.
“Now that you know what I desire of you, tell me, dearly beloved – what do you desire of me?”
Her eyes glow in the same way as the stars across his face and horns. The time has come for Pangea to display its true strength. A grin peels across his face and he croons softly in delight when she elaborates. The keys to the kingdom are his at last. The training and lessons have all come to an end, he thinks, ad he is grateful for her guidance. She has polished his rough edges and sharpened others until he was perfectly built for this role.
“I will carve our names into the core of this world, so it will never forget who shaped it,” he promises, carefully reaching out and touching his nose to her cheek. It comforts him to know she is not leaving him entirely, this surrogate mother who sculpted the second half of his childhood. His talons leave angry wounds in the red dirt as he steps back from her. The monster lifts his head and calls for his brother, for his wife, and his brood. He summons the creatures he has gathered to the Cove and the ones who’ve come on their own.
With a flap of his wings, he parts from Ana’s side and onto a withering cliff only a few feet higher than where he stood previously. He wants to watch them all approach clearly. Ghaul is restless as he waits, counting each second until they gather at his rallying cry.
“Family, I have news to share with you all,” he begins, all his jagged teeth grinning wildly as his talons sinks deeper into the dry clay. “Our Queen is passing the torch to me, and I share the crown with my brother, Draco. Together, with each and every one of you, we will light the path to a better tomorrow. Tephra has already faced the fire and regrown, as did Icicle Isle. The western most portion of Nerine is but ash.”
He pauses, remembering the way their small forest burned so readily for him. But there is so much more work to do.
“The rest of this world will answer for its crimes of harboring the weak. Loess has agreed to stand aside when we march to their borders and set them ablaze, and in exchange we will not steal their members or fight them for captives. The north, however, is yours to pick clean. Take everything they love and show them the punishment for not yielding to strength when it is presented to them.”
Ghaul quiets as he examines their faces and searches them for any sign of uncertainty among them. He knows they are all powerful in their own right, though, and he does not worry that they will falter.
“Now that you know what I desire of you, tell me, dearly beloved – what do you desire of me?”
tell ghaul if you wanna fight, what rank you want, if you just want to be protected by pangea, etc. also he says everyone here is his family now so plan your outfit for the Christmas card before its too late.