07-22-2020, 09:35 AM
GHAUL
And ye shall overthrow their altars, and break their pillars, and burn their groves with fire
I’ll keep whatever distance I want.
So little ever infuriates Ghaul, but today his temper is raw as burn wounds. Today anything could ignite his divine wrath. He turns to look at her – a small thing, roughly his children’s age. She smells of the Cove and he creeps closer as his talons scrape along the parched earth. Would Yadigar tell her if he intended to flee? Perhaps not; the child was so secretive of his plans. But he would turn to his friends if he were in trouble. Gospel would hear the sirens if someone came to take him. The crooked king concludes he has left of his own accord, then.
But where to? Where would he run to as his escape?
Ghaul bumps his nose to her face and examines her roughly with a series of clicks and gibbers as he thinks. Isilya would alert him if the boy wandered into their home while Lepis would reject the child in fear of breaking their contract. To the north, then? A low growl builds in the back of his throat. Adrenaline seeps into his veins as his rage burns hotter, his limbs trembling to contain the growing storm between his ribs.
“Maybe we can bring him home, if we work together,” he says with a grin smearing across his scaled face. The stars along his cheeks all begin to glow red as little sparks escape the back of his throat. Yadigar is terrified of sacrifice, of bloodshed. While Ghaul expects bloodshed and prepares for it, his heir recoils from the mere idea of it.
“You care for him, don’t you? You would give anything to save him… wouldn’t you?”
So little ever infuriates Ghaul, but today his temper is raw as burn wounds. Today anything could ignite his divine wrath. He turns to look at her – a small thing, roughly his children’s age. She smells of the Cove and he creeps closer as his talons scrape along the parched earth. Would Yadigar tell her if he intended to flee? Perhaps not; the child was so secretive of his plans. But he would turn to his friends if he were in trouble. Gospel would hear the sirens if someone came to take him. The crooked king concludes he has left of his own accord, then.
But where to? Where would he run to as his escape?
Ghaul bumps his nose to her face and examines her roughly with a series of clicks and gibbers as he thinks. Isilya would alert him if the boy wandered into their home while Lepis would reject the child in fear of breaking their contract. To the north, then? A low growl builds in the back of his throat. Adrenaline seeps into his veins as his rage burns hotter, his limbs trembling to contain the growing storm between his ribs.
“Maybe we can bring him home, if we work together,” he says with a grin smearing across his scaled face. The stars along his cheeks all begin to glow red as little sparks escape the back of his throat. Yadigar is terrified of sacrifice, of bloodshed. While Ghaul expects bloodshed and prepares for it, his heir recoils from the mere idea of it.
“You care for him, don’t you? You would give anything to save him… wouldn’t you?”
@[breach]