08-23-2020, 08:46 PM
GHAUL
And ye shall overthrow their altars, and break their pillars, and burn their groves with fire
This is the last day he will stand in the Cove as the king of the east, he thinks with a light smile. There is a hint of sadness to the thought, but he has faith that someone like Breach will forge an even brighter future for them all as she carries out her mother’s dream. He steps further into the territory until he reaches the sand where he used to roll and play as a yearling. The ocean still manages to make him feel small and powerless, but the feeling is less terrifying now.
He breathes another mouthful of the ocean air and turns to observe an approaching figure. They have met only briefly before, but she left an impression. Ghaul offers a grin of crooked fangs in greeting before moving to meet her halfway along the shore. “Straia, did I disturb you?” he asks with a tilt of his draconian head. She seemed like the type to keep to herself and he worries that maybe she had wanted the beach to herself.
“I could come back another time, if you’d prefer.” It is surprising, at times, that he can be so patient and understanding when the mood suits him. He gave the Cove to Gospel and the Entities to make it their home, and he intends to respect whatever laws they establish within the territory. They’ve more than done the same for him. “I just wanted to stroll the beach again before we leave for Loess and Nerine.”
It does not occur to him to invite Straia along, though she seems fond of her burning tree. He assumes she has her own agenda and he would rather not intrude upon it.
He breathes another mouthful of the ocean air and turns to observe an approaching figure. They have met only briefly before, but she left an impression. Ghaul offers a grin of crooked fangs in greeting before moving to meet her halfway along the shore. “Straia, did I disturb you?” he asks with a tilt of his draconian head. She seemed like the type to keep to herself and he worries that maybe she had wanted the beach to herself.
“I could come back another time, if you’d prefer.” It is surprising, at times, that he can be so patient and understanding when the mood suits him. He gave the Cove to Gospel and the Entities to make it their home, and he intends to respect whatever laws they establish within the territory. They’ve more than done the same for him. “I just wanted to stroll the beach again before we leave for Loess and Nerine.”
It does not occur to him to invite Straia along, though she seems fond of her burning tree. He assumes she has her own agenda and he would rather not intrude upon it.