08-01-2016, 10:29 PM
i swallow my doubt, turn it inside out - find nothing but faith in nothing.
"What do you mean, us?" Her scathing words emerge from the depths of the shadows in which she had kept herself hidden away. Her bristling plumage ruffles irritably, stirring at her slender sides as she expands them to each end, rattling the shining feathers of crystalline remnants of ice. Her eyes, a burning shade of hazel and alight with both mischief and overt disdain, linger upon the unusual and unfamiliar face. A wry laugh is wrought from her slender neck, reverberating from the depths of her esophagus as she utters bitter words once more, "You have been as absent as the King you are attempting to overthrow."
She is a quiet presence, a lurking being hidden within the thickets that line the border, dwelling beneath shade and hiding away from the obscene sunlight that so freely shines in spite of wind, sleet or snow - she felt little calling to respond to Wyrm; he was not unlike the rest. He had come to seek power, just as the useless King before him had, leaving the land in a heavy dust with little care or concern for those who had inhabited it. He had not been worth her time then, and the blue roan that stood before her had yet to prove himself as well - but boredom so often ate away at her restless soul, and callous curiosity drew her out into the dreary daylight at last.
She pauses to glance to the buckskin beside her - she had seen him dwell along the border, much as she had - but she had never so much as exchanged her name with him. She knows of him, however - the lore runs deep. Alas, he is as uncertain as she, and so her muscles smooth out beneath her golden coat as the tension leaves her body. He had lived among the golden wheat and Mother Tree long before she had (and she could briefly remember glimpses of his wise eyes and weary face in her youth), and so his words carry more weight than her own. Nonetheless, her sharp gaze narrows once more onto Zeik, wary still of his intentions.
"What have you to offer us? You make empty promises and only proclaim what others already have - what sets you apart? You seem to lack even the basic understanding of current politics. Perhaps you are unaware, but Wyrm descends from those with bad blood with the Chamber, thus leaving us as the inadvertent enemies of the Tundra and the Valley as well. A King should be well aware of these tensions." She pauses, her voice deepening as she lingers on the latter statement. Her own father lingers within the walls of the Valley, once loyal to the now absent demon King and his father before him. She had not seen him in many years, but knew his loyalty knew no bounds with the darkened valley refuge she had been born in.
"The throne would eat you alive, as it has many others. I disagree with the nameless one," She pauses with a humorless chuckle, casting a mirthful glance in the direction of Magnus, who had neglected to introduce himself. "his name is Magnus and my own name is Ellyse. If any are fit to serve our kingdom as King, it is him. Not you. Should he desire to, I will stand behind him and him alone."
She is a quiet presence, a lurking being hidden within the thickets that line the border, dwelling beneath shade and hiding away from the obscene sunlight that so freely shines in spite of wind, sleet or snow - she felt little calling to respond to Wyrm; he was not unlike the rest. He had come to seek power, just as the useless King before him had, leaving the land in a heavy dust with little care or concern for those who had inhabited it. He had not been worth her time then, and the blue roan that stood before her had yet to prove himself as well - but boredom so often ate away at her restless soul, and callous curiosity drew her out into the dreary daylight at last.
She pauses to glance to the buckskin beside her - she had seen him dwell along the border, much as she had - but she had never so much as exchanged her name with him. She knows of him, however - the lore runs deep. Alas, he is as uncertain as she, and so her muscles smooth out beneath her golden coat as the tension leaves her body. He had lived among the golden wheat and Mother Tree long before she had (and she could briefly remember glimpses of his wise eyes and weary face in her youth), and so his words carry more weight than her own. Nonetheless, her sharp gaze narrows once more onto Zeik, wary still of his intentions.
"What have you to offer us? You make empty promises and only proclaim what others already have - what sets you apart? You seem to lack even the basic understanding of current politics. Perhaps you are unaware, but Wyrm descends from those with bad blood with the Chamber, thus leaving us as the inadvertent enemies of the Tundra and the Valley as well. A King should be well aware of these tensions." She pauses, her voice deepening as she lingers on the latter statement. Her own father lingers within the walls of the Valley, once loyal to the now absent demon King and his father before him. She had not seen him in many years, but knew his loyalty knew no bounds with the darkened valley refuge she had been born in.
"The throne would eat you alive, as it has many others. I disagree with the nameless one," She pauses with a humorless chuckle, casting a mirthful glance in the direction of Magnus, who had neglected to introduce himself. "his name is Magnus and my own name is Ellyse. If any are fit to serve our kingdom as King, it is him. Not you. Should he desire to, I will stand behind him and him alone."
Ellyse