01-07-2016, 10:03 PM
The favor of the gods was fickle and feverish, deciding to drown you in blessings in one breath and leaving your soul to starve in the next. Vanquish has tasted the sweetness of power and the spice of lust in the richest of life’s flavors and he has been choked by the bitterness of treachery, loss and death. But the dragon had been reborn from the depths of the dead and he would spend this gifted time atoning for the mistakes beholden to him as a young and rash king. The Nightwalker would pay his penance in whatever ways he could – the most poignant of his fuck-ups were long ago gone and buried; Lyric, Nocturnal, Quark. There was no sacrament that he could give to amend those, no, those would be his to be shamed beneath forever.
The dragon-king casts a giant’s shadow across the Gates’ bleeding sunrise as he crests the horizon, stepping easily from the sky to land at their borders. Upon his re-crowning he had been told of the ill fate that had befallen the Gates’ queen and of the war that had begun to brew in the north. During Vanquish’ first reign, while Rodrik ruled as king of the Chamber, the Deserts and the Chamber had saw value to ally themselves with each other and did so for many years. Truly, the alliance had been born more out of the two king’s mutual dislike of the Valley than tangible political reasons. But it seemed the Chamber’s relationship with the Valley had sugared considerably since his old friend’s daughter had come to sit upon the throne.
Whether it is his own personal need (had he once not been called the Knight King?) to rally beside the underdog or something deeper, a tally on his book of atonement – he is here. And though his kingdom is still but only a few, he was here to offer what Yael had already pledged to them before – the Deserts support of the Gates if war broke upon them. Support in that it would probably just be he and Yael coming but the Deserts king and his magician queen were more than enough to be reckoned with. Talon-tipped wings pleat down against his ribs reflexively as he drops his head down to rip away a jaw full of sweetgrass, calling out for someone to come and take him to their king between mouthfuls.
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vanquish
black king of the deserts
