02-08-2016, 02:19 PM
fall on your knees…oh hear the angel voices
When it pertained to war, he was far beyond his depth.
He was not a fighter, not by any stretch of the imagination. Whereas others had been born for the clash of sword on shield, he had been born from foolish love. By all the normal standards he was physically and mentally inept when it came to war. But beneath the soft exterior lay a loyal heart, and that above all else would help him push through. Lord knew that Fiasko had dealt with far more pain that he ever had, and while she wasn’t the lone reason for the impending war, the transgressions she had been dealt were certainly a breaking point. Too long the Chamber (and Valley, by association) had run unchecked. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that if they weren’t stopped, they wouldn’t stop until all of Beqanna cowered under their tyranny. As long as their was a breath left in his sleek body that day would never come. It was high time the evil kingdoms began to reap what they had sown.
To the outside eye he was sure they looked strange, the giant king and the delicate king. They were a picture of contractions, all the way down to the opposite color of their coats. Despite the size difference Mast felt comfortable in the titans presence, so much so that he cocked a hind leg and relaxed into the stance. “I’ll be sure to take you up on that offer, King Vanquish.” he said with his own chuckle. How odd, to be talking about exotic foods while war knocked at their doorstep. “Yael has been kind to us beyond measure. I am eternally in her debt for everything she has done for us.” he said, nodding towards Vanquish, his voice loosing the chuckle and becoming much more somber. Van’s next question brought a heavy sigh from Mast’s lips, as if he were shedding a thousand feelings in that one breath. “War is not my forte, Vanquish. So can I honestly say that I am ready for its arrival? No. But I am ready to see the wrongs that my kingdom has been dealt righted, and if war is what lies within that wish, then yes, I am ready.” There was yet another change to his voice, something akin to strength tampered with a small dose of fear. Yes, the thought of war frightened him, but the possibilities of the Chamber holding them all under its collective thumb was much harder to swallow.
M A S T
King of Heavens Gates