01-27-2019, 10:11 PM
" every scar will build my throne. "
He’s restless, watching the borders for either of his daughters to make their way home. He knew Adna was still upset with him but Sabbath had been glued to his side since he returned to Loess. The day is already halfway through and still he sees no sign of his middle child on the horizon, though a pair does approach from the eastern subkingdom. His head tilts, studies them briefly before deciding he does not know the woman at all. The other one stirs faint memories that try to reach the surface before they’re harshly shoved back into the recesses of his mind, Still, he doesn’t bristle at the sight of him or find within himself any sense of hatred. This one must be fine, he supposes.
He bridges the distance between them, long legs moving fluid over the grasses with his head held high. They don’t seem eager to cross over into his home despite the region they travelled from, a fact that makes him all the more curious. Starsin and Ophanim had explained that the Brilliant Pampas and Sylva were to be his only allies, after all. He kept a watchful eye on the borders they didn’t share and kept an ear out for those who might seek to harm any of them. It was his duty as the king, after all.
But perhaps that feeling is not so mutual.
He comes to a stop before them, his lipless mouth full of pointed teeth all gleaming in the midday sun. Vulgaris seems neither ashamed of the ghoulish face nor proud of the glimmering oil slick scales across his body. There is only quiet patience nestled in his eyes as he offers a brief nod of his head.
“Well, we haven’t had any Sylvans in quite some time. I am Vulgaris, king of Loess,” he says as his gaze begins to focus on Sinner now. Had Carnage not locked away all his memories, the serpent might recall that he rather liked the Sylvan king. He’d been the voice of reason while Arthas and Wolfbane had argued over thrones. How pleased he might be to see the crown still rested comfortably on the hellhound’s head.
But that isn’t the case, so the creature is entirely new for him once more. He finds comfort in the company of other monsters just as he did before, though, and he finds himself oddly content now. Perhaps in another life they could even be close friends.
VulgariS
