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chew it up and swallow it, any - vulgaris - 03-27-2019 " every scar will build my throne. "
The sun creeps over the horizon at a pace that is agonizingly slow, casting its warm rays across the dew collected on spring flowers and grasses. The light stains everything a faint golden color but the scenery is wasted on someone like him. He slinks in without a hello or even a whisper to anyone. His shoulders feel better without the weight of a crown on his head but he always knew he was meant to be a dog anyway. Just a beast of war, nothing more or less than that to any king willing to harbor him. Much as he holds Wolfbane in high regards, the serpent believes him to be a fool for trusting their home to him. To the mad king. A snort leaves him as he resumes his old path along the border. He used to walk through here with Adna and Sabbath, explaining how important it was for them to patrol. But now his little heirs have grown to see him for the worm he truly he and he is certain they despise him for it. How could he have expected to be a decent father to them? How delightful, to see the beast attempt the role of protector and doting parent. But his lesson is learned and he obediently sinks into his proper place once more. His breath slips between his exposed teeth in little puffs. The scar tissue glistens wet and ugly around the pointed fangs lining the edges of his mouth. His eyes, the color of seasick emeralds, roam across Loess in search of anything familiar or even remotely interesting. This place doesn’t smell like Leliana anymore but he has nowhere else to go. No one else could possibly welcome a monster at their door, seeking refuge in exchange for the trouble he always brings. Where is she now, his queen of the underworld? As always, there is a hunger that churns through him to seek her out and slip back to her side as he always does, but he refrains this time. Maybe she’s found something better and more worthy of her gilded heart. Maybe she found someone who doesn’t try to tear her apart from the inside. His teeth clench with a guttural hiss at the idea of someone else keeping her safe at night. His steps grow longer and more hurried as though he could escape these vile thoughts if he just went a little faster. The serpent knows he doesn’t deserve a love like hers or her fevered kisses across his tired brow. He is only a beast of war, nothing more or less than that. VulgariS RE: chew it up and swallow it, any - Wolfbane - 03-28-2019 Refugee of Loess : Member of the Southlands Wolfbane @[Vulgaris] Brounion RE: chew it up and swallow it, any - vulgaris - 03-29-2019 " every scar will build my throne. "
He remembers this face, somewhere in the haze of his wanderings after he’d climbed down from the mountain with no idea as to who he was or where he should be. He tilts his head slightly as the other spits out an insult without so much as a greeting. Intriguing. The serpent had previously assumed they were friends of some degree before but he supposes he’s done something to upset the stranger. But then he issues a challenge and Vulgaris briefly pauses as he weighs his options. What consequences could deter him from continuing on his path, if any? He’s learned that nothing of this world can end his miserable existence. No one can grant his wish and no one may. So he takes the first defiant step and then another. Closer, closer, closer. Until they are near enough that Wolfbane could reach out and seize him in his teeth. Or perhaps Vulgaris could do the same. There is something dark, something feral and slithering behind those green eyes as he waits patiently for some punishment for his disobedience. “You’ve no crown to command me. No army to raze me,” he says quietly, just loud enough so no one else may hear. “Start over. Tell me your name and who I am.” The terrible thing slinks back then as he shifts his weight, both ears pointed forward to hear whatever the former king may say. He knows his name but his family only wept when he dug for answers. Why did they permit him to sit on any throne and why did everything seem to fall apart all around him? Had it always been this way? Perhaps this was some fresh new phase of a curse dealt to him by a cruel god. All these questions come erupting from his mind but he remains focused on only the most basic ones for now. “Tell me my story, and if Castile wishes me banished then I’ll never darken your doorway again. You have my word.” He worries if the old Vulgaris kept promises but he has nothing else to offer up for assurance. They could take his head, if they liked, but he knows another would spring up in its place. Maybe it would be cathartic for them all the same. VulgariS even though he's a mess he still wants to be bane's friend (( I tagged castile in case aeris wants in on this RE: chew it up and swallow it, any - Castile - 04-02-2019 and underneath the layers, I find myself asking what's left a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was castile @[vulgaris] @[Wolfbane] RE: chew it up and swallow it, any - Wolfbane - 04-08-2019 Refugee of Loess : Member of the Southlands Wolfbane @[vulgaris] @[Castile] RE: chew it up and swallow it, any - vulgaris - 04-09-2019 " every scar will build my throne. "
In another life, in another place, his lips would have peeled back into an awful grin as he watched Wolfbane draw closer. But that is not the case and so the only sign of his emotions is the gleeful gleam in his emerald eyes when he watches the creature struggle. Even if he had been successful, though, Vulgaris has learned that his flesh will stitch itself back together and have him good as new within seconds. A blessing, he supposes, but he mostly considers it a curse. No way to scar this ugly face any further. He keeps his eyes trained on Wolfbane as the king approaches, addressing Castile with only the swivel of a single ear as he questions them. The serpent’s jaws open wide and snap the phlegm from the air so his teeth meet with a loud clap. Nothing could ever be more vile or revolting than him. Finally, he turns his gray head toward the dragon king and offers a brief nod. “The canary thinks I’ve done Loess some great wrong,” he says with a faint laugh. His wicked eyes turn back to the winged creature at the mention of a challenge as a fire rekindles itself within the viper’s breast. A scramble for the title. An opportunity for gratuitous violence and bloodshed. His tongue slips over those exposed, pointed teeth like he can already taste the tang of copper in his mouth. “Why would Loess want a little bird posing as a dragon? You can’t even breathe fire when you’re burning up with rage.” His eyes are glimmering with delight now as he watches closely. A drop of venom already drips from a single fang in the corner of his mouth as he imagines catching a blue and yellow throat between his teeth. He imagines his jaws unhinging with that gut-wrenching snap as he swallows oozing chunks of him whole. Vulgaris wonders if his blood will turn to pink foam all over the serpent’s face if he slings him back and forth like a limp little doll. A shiver runs up his spine. “What do you think, Castile? Do you want to watch me rip his legs off and make him crawl like a worm?” VulgariS I might be away until next week if this does lead to a challenge. Got stuff going on. RE: chew it up and swallow it, any - Castile - 04-19-2019 and underneath the layers, I find myself asking what's left a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was castile @[vulgaris] @[Wolfbane] RE: chew it up and swallow it, any - Wolfbane - 04-20-2019 Refugee of Loess : Member of the Southlands Wolfbane @[vulgaris] @[Castile] RE: chew it up and swallow it, any - Starsin - 04-21-2019 Boredom had always been a dangerous state of mind for her. It turns out, so is scorned. She was irritated, and feeling especially inflammatory as she walked swiftly through Loess. From the corner of her eye, there is a most peculiar gathering – Castile, Bulgaria, and Walfbean. She pauses for but a moment, her cobalt blue eyes narrowing in concentration. A battle for champion, hm? She doesn’t really know Wolfbane all that well, but she does know he had left the kingdom in Vulgaris’ care. How odd that there was such hostility brewing between the two of them. Castile, of course, didn’t bother to diffuse it. That’s why she liked him. It’s as she draws nearer that she catches the spiteful thoughts of the once-king, and she cannot control the laugh that bubbles from her mouth as she says with a quirk of a brow, “Wolfbane, you shouldn’t think such impure thoughts about Vulgaris’ lover. You never know who can hear you.” Punctuating the sentence with her signature too-sweet smile, the star-studded mare continues on, content with the flames she had stoked and already looking forward to the charred remains she would return to. RE: chew it up and swallow it, any - vulgaris - 04-21-2019 " every scar will build my throne. "
In another life, maybe a different time, Vulgaris might have understood their penchant for protecting even distant family members. But his own blood is too ancient to map and he doesn’t care much for his siblings beyond the ones he grew up with. He’s seen them in passing and connected the dots enough to figure out they’re the children of his father’s affairs. Maybe blood should bind them as Castile is bound to Wolfbane but he feels no inclination to care for them any more than he does the other strangers he passes by. He turns his sage green gaze back to the king when he proposes a tournament for the title. Vulgaris drags his teeth along the sharp points of his fangs at the thought of tearing through the entire kingdom to prove his strength. There would be enough blood to casually backstroke in. The torn remnants of his lips pull back into something like an ugly smile at the thought. He opens his mouth to agree with Wolfbane, for once, but he is quickly distracted by Starsin’s sudden appearance into their argument. Her words are gasoline on a fire that was already raging just fine. The flames crawl up from his belly and form words on the tip of his tongue. His eyes narrow and venom drip, drip, dips from the largest of his fangs. “When I’m done with you, you will beg the gods to just let you die. Then, I’m going to wear your face while I fuck your wife. She'll love you more than she ever has.” Maybe he means it. Maybe he doesn’t. He’s already imagining all the ways he’d mangle Wolfbane’s family as he turns and makes his leave. Leliana will be upset to know that he gave in to his ravenous hunger for violence again. VulgariS |