08-05-2016, 06:19 PM
± when you feel my heat, look into my eyes ±
They had all managed to survive, to live, and for the Chamber King that was the best of results. Though they may not have won the raid, they had won the right to their lives and that was something to be grateful for. The earthy bay would have been sore at the loss of any of them and ashamed as well of that dire outcome. They lived and the world lived on as well, their world. It was not quite the way that it was before, more fragile in a sense, more uncertain. It was still theirs though, if they would have it, if they had what it took to keep it safe and Killdare was hell bent to do just that.
That’s why when he smells something unfamiliar that he raises his head from the lichen of the forest floor so quickly. He moves forward, tracing the scent of cold and wet and things that he knew but did not know. Someone smelled of the Tundra and he wondered why they had come today, was it good news, bad? Either way he would be a poor King did he not go to see what it was either way, so without hesitation he snaked his way through the pines. Changes littered their world, his body, his herds, his Kingdom’s. Everything had been taken save for the bare walls from which the Chamber had been built. They were left to start anew, perhaps he had gone astray from his original path. Perhaps this was some sort of punishment, or means of atonement for his misguided ways.
One thing is for sure, he would never be at the beck and call of the boy called Tannor again. Killdare knew who his allies were, the real ones, and for them and them alone would he offer any assistance from here on out. Could he tolerate the other Kingdoms? Surely he could, and he would as long as everyone stayed in their own corners, as long as everyone else looked after their own.
Passed the tree that did not burn is where he found the dark boy, skin like the ever lasting night. One ear bent crooked and flopped over, and otherwise Killdare could see nothing more to remark on. The woman though, she was one of his own, someone who joined the army directly after the raid had occurred. Would that she had been among the ranks before hand, he may have sought her to participate but it was probably lucky for her that she hadn’t. The clash of traited titans was no place for the otherwise unendowed and even he would have been in a much sorer spot had he not wielded what little of his own gift that he could. The other Tundraling is new, something that doesn’t smell of memory at all and he looks at them both with interest. “Good news, bad news? Perhaps you’re here for your Mother?” Could be anything that the boys had come for but the presence of the second eluded to something much bigger than family ties.
That’s why when he smells something unfamiliar that he raises his head from the lichen of the forest floor so quickly. He moves forward, tracing the scent of cold and wet and things that he knew but did not know. Someone smelled of the Tundra and he wondered why they had come today, was it good news, bad? Either way he would be a poor King did he not go to see what it was either way, so without hesitation he snaked his way through the pines. Changes littered their world, his body, his herds, his Kingdom’s. Everything had been taken save for the bare walls from which the Chamber had been built. They were left to start anew, perhaps he had gone astray from his original path. Perhaps this was some sort of punishment, or means of atonement for his misguided ways.
One thing is for sure, he would never be at the beck and call of the boy called Tannor again. Killdare knew who his allies were, the real ones, and for them and them alone would he offer any assistance from here on out. Could he tolerate the other Kingdoms? Surely he could, and he would as long as everyone stayed in their own corners, as long as everyone else looked after their own.
Passed the tree that did not burn is where he found the dark boy, skin like the ever lasting night. One ear bent crooked and flopped over, and otherwise Killdare could see nothing more to remark on. The woman though, she was one of his own, someone who joined the army directly after the raid had occurred. Would that she had been among the ranks before hand, he may have sought her to participate but it was probably lucky for her that she hadn’t. The clash of traited titans was no place for the otherwise unendowed and even he would have been in a much sorer spot had he not wielded what little of his own gift that he could. The other Tundraling is new, something that doesn’t smell of memory at all and he looks at them both with interest. “Good news, bad news? Perhaps you’re here for your Mother?” Could be anything that the boys had come for but the presence of the second eluded to something much bigger than family ties.
KILLDARE
King of the Chamber
