08-23-2020, 06:58 PM
GHAUL
And ye shall overthrow their altars, and break their pillars, and burn their groves with fire
He is surprised to find the scent of blood on the winds from Hyaline. Atrox and Ryatah always kept to themselves and out of his way, so he normally offered the same kindness to them. But the curiosity gets the better of him and he finds his way from the desert kingdom to the quiet lakeside. The territory is entirely unfamiliar to him so he relies on his sense of smell to guide him approximately where he would like to be. Of course, he will not find Sochi in the corner of the Hyaline where Breach has tucked her.
Instead, he finds the girl he left for dead, looking very much alive.
Virgil had claimed the girl rose from the dead but he had assumed the boy was lying to get out of trouble. Ghaul tilts his great horned head as he observes her, a quiet clicking forming in the back of his throat. She is like Sochi, he supposes, though the relation remains unknown to him.
“You smell like blood and Sochi,” he begins, sniffing at her from too close a distance than she might like. “Have you killed her?” And there is a hint of concern somewhere in his voice when he asks. Ghaul knows very well that only the strong may survive, but he had enjoyed the woman’s company immensely. Their paths continued to cross and he took it as a sign that their fates were somehow linked to one another. But Breach’s survival brings up other matters of business and so he tucks the worry away for now. If he must, then he will mourn Sochi in private.
“Virgil told me you arose after losing your leg. I am pleased to see this is true,” he says with a grin of crooked fangs and those glimmering stars running down his face. “Pangea intends to march on the northern and southern kingdoms soon. I do not intend to maintain my throne after, and Yadigar is a poor heir.” He pauses, shrugging his shoulder. “You have risen victorious over death and you are either Sochi’s savior or executioner. In either case, it is a feat and you will have your reward. Rule the eastern region when our armies return, here or in Pangea. It matters little where you lay your head.”
And then he watches her, curious if she will reject his offer and attempt to take an eye for an eye. Well, a leg for a leg. He laughs softly at the thought.
Instead, he finds the girl he left for dead, looking very much alive.
Virgil had claimed the girl rose from the dead but he had assumed the boy was lying to get out of trouble. Ghaul tilts his great horned head as he observes her, a quiet clicking forming in the back of his throat. She is like Sochi, he supposes, though the relation remains unknown to him.
“You smell like blood and Sochi,” he begins, sniffing at her from too close a distance than she might like. “Have you killed her?” And there is a hint of concern somewhere in his voice when he asks. Ghaul knows very well that only the strong may survive, but he had enjoyed the woman’s company immensely. Their paths continued to cross and he took it as a sign that their fates were somehow linked to one another. But Breach’s survival brings up other matters of business and so he tucks the worry away for now. If he must, then he will mourn Sochi in private.
“Virgil told me you arose after losing your leg. I am pleased to see this is true,” he says with a grin of crooked fangs and those glimmering stars running down his face. “Pangea intends to march on the northern and southern kingdoms soon. I do not intend to maintain my throne after, and Yadigar is a poor heir.” He pauses, shrugging his shoulder. “You have risen victorious over death and you are either Sochi’s savior or executioner. In either case, it is a feat and you will have your reward. Rule the eastern region when our armies return, here or in Pangea. It matters little where you lay your head.”
And then he watches her, curious if she will reject his offer and attempt to take an eye for an eye. Well, a leg for a leg. He laughs softly at the thought.