Zain
He cannot say he hasn't been busy. That his life has been mundane and his existence unpurposeful. He had accomplished much in a short time. Willing to do whatever it took to rise to the top. Granted the top was far from his reach still, but one step at a time...
His plans had started in Tephra, when he had met a prisoner of his uncles. They were kindred spirits these two. A mind for trouble and heart for darkness. So when given half a chance they fucking dipped and sought something so much greater than any kingdom could provide. The will to do whatever the fuck you wanted.
When his friend of blue and black had vanished, he wasn't sure he could collaborate their ideas alone. This group. This cult. Even now, as the name is branded forever upon his skin. He has never abandoned the idea in hopes that one day they may rise again.
Few had stood idle by his side, @[Rajanish]. That freaky little ghost boy remained loyal to the cause even in fickle times. He had his playthings, tucked away in some cave. The thoughts brought a sinister grin to his partial lips. Pangea was at least good for keeping the goody two shoes at bay. No one wanted a cursed kingdom and that was fine by them. If BJ should ever return, he'd know exactly where to find them...
And find him he does.
The recognizable voice echoes from behind him and he hardly turns. Crimson eyes roll upwards at the colts jests, a chuckle chokes up his throat. "I knew you'd come crawling on back you maggot... And just at the opportune moment nonetheless," his voice is dry as he now turns his whole body. The workings of his exposed joints leave nothing to the imagination. He examines what had been a colt the last time he saw him. The black beast wasn't as putred as he remembered.
Oh how times have changed.
@[Beetlejuice]