cry 'havoc' and let slip the dogs of war; Ouija, Thana, Gryff, Any/All

[Circinae]

oh, my love, don't forsake me. take what the water gave me ..

The temper on this one is short. It makes for interesting observation, every flick of his ruby eyes and lash of his pink tongue. There are buttons easily pressed and his seems to be called “pride”. No - he will never be as easily accepted here as others might, he will never be accepted easily anywhere, so lackluster had his takeover been. That’s because he is not Straia, or any other great ruler for that matter. He was simply this: a man who moulded his own ideas off of others, ideas that had been built and destroyed long ago. The past, along with her great rulers, was gone, never to return.

“I didn’t pledge my allegiance to him.” She states gently, even though his irritation arouses some semblance of pleasure in her gut. “He didn’t even call himself a king. Ruan gave us the option to stay, and so I did.” The petite wolf answers. “And it should be obvious why I’m here. I feel sorry for you. It seems that you want attention, and lots of it, so I figured I could lend an eye or two.” She laughs.

It’s even harder to suppress a laugh at his next warning, terrible as he tries to make it. “There are no friends of mine lurking about. You’ve chased all your loyal subjects far from here. But, again, I assume that’s what you intended. My only suggestion is to be careful, King Gryffen, when burning things for renewal. One might burn himself in the process.” Circy sighs. Hadn’t her father learned that same lesson, in the end? Altogether, his wall nor his decree disturb her. The teleporter at his feet has seen many things in her thus far short life; terrible, awful things that might even bother Gryffen, if he cared enough to be bothered.

He would come, he would rage, and like all the other horses before him, he would go. “If you were smarter, you would be asking me to stay and help create your dream … disturbing as it may be. Though your friend here -” She states, nose jutting out in the direction of the stallion he’s turned his back to her for, “ - has created a fine barrier, eventually you or someone else will need to pass through. And, excuse me if I’m a bit off my mark here, but you don’t exactly seem the chatty type. Diplomacy and fast travel are my strengths, two things you’ll probably find yourself in need of soon if you ever wish to achieve Empire status.”

Concise, quick, sharp. These are her words. He may deign to ignore her, even chastise her or threaten bodily harm, but the truth of the matter is still the same: that temper of his would destroy his reign long before anyone else could do it for him. With the backwards flick of her ear, Circy feigns remembering something she’d previously forgotten and rises from her position, watching the dark man meld himself into the wall. Aiming to disappear once more into the thorny depths of her beloved home, she turns back with only this: “I’ll leave you to it, Majesty. If you need me, you know where I’ll be.”

Circinae