03-10-2020, 07:12 AM
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<i>”Have I though? What need do I have any more for a heart? My soul? They’ve given me grief. They’ve distracted me. They’ve weakened me.”</i> His original lessons for the previous quest is how he needs such things as remorse, love, and understanding if he wants to mend what he has cracked. Much to his dismay, however, Sochi’s steely resolve and statement confirms that she has no interest. <i>”Six years as Loess’ King. It was time for a change, but surely you cannot think that is where my life ends.”</i> An arrogant grin lopsidedly stretches across his lips. Where his mother went into hiding after her resignation, Castile continues to thrive.
Straia plants him back into Loess, pushing him as she always has. The image of her fades into oblivion, stranding him in a place he knows far too well. Lepis is Queen here, even in this faux dream of his. That is fine, he realizes, as he looks down to see hooves instead of claws, hair instead of scales. It’s almost wrong to be like this again after more than half a year living as his own monster. This physical change outweighs the importance of whomever sits on the throne – he elected Oceane for a reason, but the world is fickle. A shiver of distaste splits through him like lightning hitting a tree. A single breath and he is once more draconic – this is him, this is what he is first and foremost.
He flies to an island to begin this process. One, he has destroyed. Another, he seized fleetingly. There is one left, and it’s a start.
There’s a battle of elements – fire and water – as he fights to overtake the realm of women, unseating their idle comfort, but it isn’t at all permanent. No, his loyalties remain with Loess because it has provided for him time and again. Even as the kingdom’s Lord and Guardian – for that is what he is in his mind – he can still unite lands under them. He can still have a legacy, because he will be the core reason forging an empire, even without a crown tipped on his brow. He will be the first – perhaps the only – one so ambitious.
He will take Ischia, only to challenge its kingdom’s leader for independence. He gains that, pulling the island into Loess’ grip. The ringlet of a crown is returned to the Queen because he doesn’t want it to hold, but any change in hierarchy promotes activity. He belongs in Loess.
Power courses through his veins – everything draconic, but there is more alongside it. He manipulates his own fire, bends it to his whims and uses it as a shield. Magic courses in his veins, a greater strength than he currently has. It feeds into him in his quest, molding him into something more fearsome, more respectable, and more powerful in his fights. He is among the powerful magicians in Beqanna, a player of chaos and unrest.
He takes another territory, only to repeat the process once more, doubling the amount of lands beneath Loess’ reign. Uniting them (owning them).
Since adolescence, he has been a soldier; forever a fighter. It’s in his blood, and yet the potential has sat idle in recent years. When was the last time he fought, he briefly wonders as he casts his eyes to the endless sky (The Alliance?). Back in Loess, still as its primary soldier and guardian, Castile breathes in the arid air. Scars lace across his skin, healed over in the months that flickered by within seconds inside this dream. Admiringly, he looks at them.
No women curl against his side, no genuine love to press kisses to his throat as he returns home, war beaten and tired.
Children, yes. There is Alcinder and Reia, Nikolaus and Valdis. Even Santana. Their faces stand from the crowd, watching him in his triumphant return. <i>”Loess’ influence grows,”</i> he says to them all as Loessians, including Lepis, greet him not far into the kingdom’s embrace. An exhausted smile traces across his lips, savoring these moments as he receives recognition for spreading Loess’ grip across Beqanna.
I don’t need a crown to be great, he tells himself as his eyes drift across those that have gathered.
He expanded their kingdom’s reach. The only kingdom to do so.
A great warrior, a guardian, and a father. <i>”Now to get some sleep,”</i> he mumbles, shifting into his draconic body to retreat into the mountains where he watches his world unfold, and his influence bleed through generations – his legacy.
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<i>”Have I though? What need do I have any more for a heart? My soul? They’ve given me grief. They’ve distracted me. They’ve weakened me.”</i> His original lessons for the previous quest is how he needs such things as remorse, love, and understanding if he wants to mend what he has cracked. Much to his dismay, however, Sochi’s steely resolve and statement confirms that she has no interest. <i>”Six years as Loess’ King. It was time for a change, but surely you cannot think that is where my life ends.”</i> An arrogant grin lopsidedly stretches across his lips. Where his mother went into hiding after her resignation, Castile continues to thrive.
Straia plants him back into Loess, pushing him as she always has. The image of her fades into oblivion, stranding him in a place he knows far too well. Lepis is Queen here, even in this faux dream of his. That is fine, he realizes, as he looks down to see hooves instead of claws, hair instead of scales. It’s almost wrong to be like this again after more than half a year living as his own monster. This physical change outweighs the importance of whomever sits on the throne – he elected Oceane for a reason, but the world is fickle. A shiver of distaste splits through him like lightning hitting a tree. A single breath and he is once more draconic – this is him, this is what he is first and foremost.
He flies to an island to begin this process. One, he has destroyed. Another, he seized fleetingly. There is one left, and it’s a start.
There’s a battle of elements – fire and water – as he fights to overtake the realm of women, unseating their idle comfort, but it isn’t at all permanent. No, his loyalties remain with Loess because it has provided for him time and again. Even as the kingdom’s Lord and Guardian – for that is what he is in his mind – he can still unite lands under them. He can still have a legacy, because he will be the core reason forging an empire, even without a crown tipped on his brow. He will be the first – perhaps the only – one so ambitious.
He will take Ischia, only to challenge its kingdom’s leader for independence. He gains that, pulling the island into Loess’ grip. The ringlet of a crown is returned to the Queen because he doesn’t want it to hold, but any change in hierarchy promotes activity. He belongs in Loess.
Power courses through his veins – everything draconic, but there is more alongside it. He manipulates his own fire, bends it to his whims and uses it as a shield. Magic courses in his veins, a greater strength than he currently has. It feeds into him in his quest, molding him into something more fearsome, more respectable, and more powerful in his fights. He is among the powerful magicians in Beqanna, a player of chaos and unrest.
He takes another territory, only to repeat the process once more, doubling the amount of lands beneath Loess’ reign. Uniting them (owning them).
Since adolescence, he has been a soldier; forever a fighter. It’s in his blood, and yet the potential has sat idle in recent years. When was the last time he fought, he briefly wonders as he casts his eyes to the endless sky (The Alliance?). Back in Loess, still as its primary soldier and guardian, Castile breathes in the arid air. Scars lace across his skin, healed over in the months that flickered by within seconds inside this dream. Admiringly, he looks at them.
No women curl against his side, no genuine love to press kisses to his throat as he returns home, war beaten and tired.
Children, yes. There is Alcinder and Reia, Nikolaus and Valdis. Even Santana. Their faces stand from the crowd, watching him in his triumphant return. <i>”Loess’ influence grows,”</i> he says to them all as Loessians, including Lepis, greet him not far into the kingdom’s embrace. An exhausted smile traces across his lips, savoring these moments as he receives recognition for spreading Loess’ grip across Beqanna.
I don’t need a crown to be great, he tells himself as his eyes drift across those that have gathered.
He expanded their kingdom’s reach. The only kingdom to do so.
A great warrior, a guardian, and a father. <i>”Now to get some sleep,”</i> he mumbles, shifting into his draconic body to retreat into the mountains where he watches his world unfold, and his influence bleed through generations – his legacy.
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