10-21-2019, 06:44 PM
{maleficar}
My corrupt nature is empty of grace.
Maleficar watches the waves with a faint smile on his face, soaking in the sun of the warm day while Vulgaris observes for a while. The witch turns his head when he notices the king stiffen and tilt his head curiously, causing Mal’s gaze to follow whatever is so interesting. The stranger is entirely unfamiliar to him and so he feels little interest when the woman from the meeting greets him. Still, the serpent seems keen to get a closer look and so he follows, intrigued but not entirely invested just yet.
Until words of mutiny are shared so easily between them. The witch can’t help the way his brows rise in surprise and he watches as the gray king laughs, boldly stepping ever closer to the pair. This won’t end well. He just knows it. Still, he signed up for this and he’s a man of his word, so he trails along to watch over the conflict.
“Ruinam, and I just thought we were becoming good friends. How unfortunate,” the king says, smiling in a way that makes Maleficar uneasy. “If you’re tired of my reign, then let’s find you a new ruler. There’s a new queen rising in the east that might be more your style. She’s a fan of uprisings, I hear, and your home would make a fine house warming gift. We’ll miss you very terribly.”
And then he watches him, silent, eyes gleaming with delight as the chaos begins to churn through Beqanna once more. The ancient black witch hadn’t cared for the wars and the burning night that Loess had brought them. He had defied the dark god’s plague and faced his wrath even before that. Maleficar steps forward now, clearing his throat to interrupt.
“Perhaps there is an alternative? That woman in the east uses her own children as trained hounds, Vulgaris,” he says with a tone of concern thick in his voice. The king turns to him sharply, sage green eyes boring into him as he seems to think for a moment before narrowing his eyes and sighing gruffly.
“I suppose I could reconsider. Ruinam, if you don’t want to face the queen of the east, then the Resort will become a herdland like Ischia. Which do you choose?”
And then they wait, Mal with his brows furrowed and Vulgaris with his amused grin.
Until words of mutiny are shared so easily between them. The witch can’t help the way his brows rise in surprise and he watches as the gray king laughs, boldly stepping ever closer to the pair. This won’t end well. He just knows it. Still, he signed up for this and he’s a man of his word, so he trails along to watch over the conflict.
“Ruinam, and I just thought we were becoming good friends. How unfortunate,” the king says, smiling in a way that makes Maleficar uneasy. “If you’re tired of my reign, then let’s find you a new ruler. There’s a new queen rising in the east that might be more your style. She’s a fan of uprisings, I hear, and your home would make a fine house warming gift. We’ll miss you very terribly.”
And then he watches him, silent, eyes gleaming with delight as the chaos begins to churn through Beqanna once more. The ancient black witch hadn’t cared for the wars and the burning night that Loess had brought them. He had defied the dark god’s plague and faced his wrath even before that. Maleficar steps forward now, clearing his throat to interrupt.
“Perhaps there is an alternative? That woman in the east uses her own children as trained hounds, Vulgaris,” he says with a tone of concern thick in his voice. The king turns to him sharply, sage green eyes boring into him as he seems to think for a moment before narrowing his eyes and sighing gruffly.
“I suppose I could reconsider. Ruinam, if you don’t want to face the queen of the east, then the Resort will become a herdland like Ischia. Which do you choose?”
And then they wait, Mal with his brows furrowed and Vulgaris with his amused grin.