10-30-2020, 12:30 AM
I'LL NEVER BE YOUR CHOSEN ONE
War was a plauge, fighting a beast that seemed to nip at the knight's heels no matter how far he ran. He thought he had done it this time though, had managed to run far enough away that they would know peace. He'd plan to leave soon, just long enough to gather his remaining cousins, to bring them home so they could all live in peace. How foolish he had been to think these lands would remain peaceful, to think they would ever be safe. When the sound of shouts, of screams, of fighting reached him from outside their home. he felt true fear tug at his stomach once more.
Where was Sophiea? Was she out there, or in their home. Fear struck his throat and, he made quick motions. He could hear the many voices, so many unknown, and knew deep within that they would not win this battle. With a heavy heart, he slipped of his leg and his necklace, wrapping them in a tattered hide and shoving in deep in a dark corner of the basement, well hidden and never to be found unless by him.
With that, he climbed the stairs swiftly. He plunged out of the home, hoping that if Sophiea remained within, any attention would be taken off the building by his leaving. Sickened at what he saw, he took in the identifiable dangers. A lion, a dragon, and a snake sort of hybrid. What hell had overtaken them so quickly. Tremors rippled through the small feline as he stood on three legs, memories of his long past home playing through his mind. Images of waking up in flame, of knowing that his family was gone, that he was the only one that remained. Perhaps some had escaped, scattered to far off places. But, his kingdom had fallen and he hadn't been able to stop it.
He may not be able to stop it this time but, he could sure as hell make it difficult for them. "Ve vill not fall vizout ein fight!" he growled out, eyes moving from one enemy to another. He watched as the cheetah headed for the leader and, following her lead he broke out into a run. He spotted the dragon posted by the snowy lion and headed for it. If Elsweyr was going for the leader, someone needed to keep her back side. So, he would lunge for the dragon, gathering his hind legs behind him and launching himself, aiming to latch his teeth into [member=218]ARGUS[/member] ' throat. If successful he would try and sink the claws of his front paw in aswell and full up his back legs to batter at the dragon with harsh claws.
Where was Sophiea? Was she out there, or in their home. Fear struck his throat and, he made quick motions. He could hear the many voices, so many unknown, and knew deep within that they would not win this battle. With a heavy heart, he slipped of his leg and his necklace, wrapping them in a tattered hide and shoving in deep in a dark corner of the basement, well hidden and never to be found unless by him.
With that, he climbed the stairs swiftly. He plunged out of the home, hoping that if Sophiea remained within, any attention would be taken off the building by his leaving. Sickened at what he saw, he took in the identifiable dangers. A lion, a dragon, and a snake sort of hybrid. What hell had overtaken them so quickly. Tremors rippled through the small feline as he stood on three legs, memories of his long past home playing through his mind. Images of waking up in flame, of knowing that his family was gone, that he was the only one that remained. Perhaps some had escaped, scattered to far off places. But, his kingdom had fallen and he hadn't been able to stop it.
He may not be able to stop it this time but, he could sure as hell make it difficult for them. "Ve vill not fall vizout ein fight!" he growled out, eyes moving from one enemy to another. He watched as the cheetah headed for the leader and, following her lead he broke out into a run. He spotted the dragon posted by the snowy lion and headed for it. If Elsweyr was going for the leader, someone needed to keep her back side. So, he would lunge for the dragon, gathering his hind legs behind him and launching himself, aiming to latch his teeth into [member=218]ARGUS[/member] ' throat. If successful he would try and sink the claws of his front paw in aswell and full up his back legs to batter at the dragon with harsh claws.
SO CRAWL ON MY BELLY 'TIL THE SUN GOES DOWN
I'LL NEVER WEAR YOUR BROKEN CROWN
I'LL NEVER WEAR YOUR BROKEN CROWN
— Reggan