12-14-2015, 09:23 PM
He was quickly loosing track of how many rulers he had seen taken the throne in the Valley. One after the other they marched to the throne, shouting promises and plans. He was easily swayed though, and he was even harder to fool. They were all the same at the end of the day and promises were easily lost to the wind. But he supposed Gallows and Fennick were worthy choices, though in truth he didn’t know Fennick all that well. Flamevein wasn’t the most social of creatures. Gallows he knew well, and though he found her to be a sarcastic, loose-jawed asshole, he would give credit where credit was due. Being a bitch was an asset when taking the helm of an evil kingdom.
The pyro takes his time arriving. It would take more than someone calling for him to move his feet quickly. But he does come, a small smile curving his soft black lips. He lights fires along the way, more for his own amusement than anything. Though the gasoline in his veins remained true, he hadn’t practiced much as of late. Clearly though the break had done nothing to weaken his fire, for the flames burned just as brightly as they had always done. Perhaps more so, given the parched state of the Valley during the heat of summer. Jerking his head he brought the flames back to him, allowing them to cling to his legs in some semblance of stockings. “Gallows, you know how to take away all the fun.” he said, feigning hurt over the removal of the wall and his markings. In truth, he didn’t give a damn either way. There was little he was afraid of, given his abilities. His blue eyes swept over the crowd, taking in faces though he knew not their names. It seemed that per usual, they had lost some members and gained new ones in their stead. He was a constant though, sometimes lingering within the shadows, sometimes shining bright like a flame. For now though he fell silent. He would eventually have more to say but for now he was content to listen and allow his flames to lick at his knees.
flamevein
i set fire to the rain