Post by Zohyd// on May 20, 2018 12:27:13 GMT -7
i will not fold
{may your dreams come to reality if all else fails, give up, we needed the company}
Tomorrow was the day she would go to battle, the day they would go to battle. It felt like just yesterday when he had left to aid the Helkaer in battle. He had gone himself at that point, she refused to aid the Helkaer in any way, shape or form. Her Kingdom and the Dark Alliance is what mattered to her. Personally, she had wished the Helkaer died- or at least Respira and Sly. Hoped that maybe they would burn to death. A slow and painful burning, one where she could watch and hear their screams. It would only fill her with pleasure. Blood curdling screams from pain, the ones where death shortly followed. She would feel no remorse, no regret for watching them burn alive. They killed her king, they deserved to die. But that was not the case, opposite actually. They had won their battles, won the war. He hadn’t though. He lost his battle and he returned in a terrible state, one that truly worried her. He shouldn’t have gone in the first place. It was too soon, his battle for Cathair had just taken place- that one he had won. He was not fully healed, not ready to go into war again. But he wouldn’t stay behind- she didn’t even try to convince him otherwise. She knew with his sire and dam that is would be pointless. His mind was set and he did not find himself weak, he believed he could do just fine in battle again- so soon. He was wrong, oh God was he wrong. He had showed up a bloody mess with bone protruding from his pelt. She would have liked to say that was the hardest thing to deal with the day he returned from war- but it wasn’t. The news he broke to her was what essentially tore them apart. He was being truthful, she was acting petty. Chaos. The Neutral Queen. That fucking bitch. That’s all she could think of when she thought of the whole situation. He had lost his battle to the Neutral Queen and yet she still chased him down so they could fuck their brains out. He claimed it was to create a blood alliance. Why the fuck would you want to create an alliance with a group that just lost the war? Hell, she could have had an alliance secured with the Neutral through Divine. He didn’t have to fuck the Neutral Queen, but he did. Selfish bastard. No different than Incognito, no different than his sire, Grizmar. She was their Queen, but not their choice. Never their choice. She could look the part and play the part, but they didn’t want her. Was she not worthy enough? Men flocked to her, bowed before her, would do anything to be with her. But never the men she wanted. Was she destined to rule with those that found her repulsive? The night he told her had gone awry. His cambion side had an episode that left her shredding her own pelt to feed his beast- even after the heated, verbal blows they exchanged. Things haven’t been the same since. But she had to reach out tonight. What if one of them did not return tomorrow? What if they both did not return?
Akroma stood at the entrance to his chambers, mentally fighting herself on whether or not she should enter. They were fighting the Helkaer tomorrow, my how things have changed the past few months, quite the turn of events. Her side had healed, leaving but a scar to remind her of that treacherous night they shared. Xerxes, might I enter? Her lyrics were calm as she waited for his approval or not. She knew he resided within, she had heard him go by not long ago- and did not hear him leave. She heard some shuffling before his familiar, deep baritones filled her pricked audits. Come in, Akroma. She did so, slender limbs carrying her elegantly into the his chambers, eyelids blinking as she let her vision adjust to the change of lighting. He stood by the crystal liquid in the center of his chambers, the one she had cleaned up in after she skinned herself to feed him. He helped her clean up after his sanity had returned to him. Her flesh pulling him out of the dark depths of his mind. Long enough for him to hunt on his own. She should have sent others to hunt for him- he was in no shape to hunt himself, but it was clear they needed space away from each other. For them both to try and absorb what had just happened. He remembered none of the verbal blows, his cambion had caused him to enter a stage of blacked out anger. So it left Akroma jealous and pissed at her King who couldn’t fully understand why. The jealousy, yes. But he didn’t know what was said and she wouldn’t have repeated it had he asked. He tried to give her gestures to apologize. The flowers, the ravenous- desire filled looks. She was not having any of it at the time. But now, she felt the need to try and bridge this gap she created. She was far too familiar with loss and knowing that this could be the last time they see each other.
Semi-leopard, overo bodice moves slowly in the dim lit cave; he gaze locked on the ivory and ebon King. She lets her stature pull up next to him, her gaze glancing at the reflection in the water. Her dished dial next to his handsome one. He looked like a King and she a Queen. One, perhaps, might not place them ruling together from their looks or meeting them individually- but that was on Akroma. She did not look evil nor did she act evil. She walked the Dark path but did not let it consume her. Darkness consumed Grizmar, but did it completely consume Xerxes? He was far more tolerable than his sire- minus the episode. Was she full of herself? Looking in the reflection she knew she was pretty. She was bred to be pretty, everyone in her homeland was. So why was she not enough for him? The foals they could have would be of the highest quality foals. Immaculate and perfect. Would she live though? Akroma would say she stood in the good graces with three of the four rulers in the afterlife. The fourth one she had simple not yet met. Surely not all three would turn her away and leave her for dead. Mind pulled from her thoughts as she knew she needed to speak, to open up to her King. I am sorry. Her tones were hushed, almost inaudible despite the difference between them. She could see his reflection shift as his gaze turned to her questioningly, but he did not press. He knew her well enough by now to know that she would go on, that she would not leave the conversation hanging as such. I did react poorly to the news of the blood alliance with Chaos. I reacted much like a selfish child that did not get what she wanted. It was a subtle hint, was it one he would pick up on? One which told that perhaps, just maybe, she wanted him in the way Chaos had him. Silence between them as he merely stared at her, was he picking apart her words in his head? And what did they want? His deep lyrics filled the once silence air. Was he playing with her? Surely he knew what she was hinting at, did he just wish for her to say it? She wouldn’t, he knew. If not now he would by the end of this meeting. Akroma allowed a deep breath to inhale through flared nostrils, trying to calm herself and her nerves before carrying on. I did push thee away with envy and anger when ye was trying to help the Dark Alliance. I was blinded by emotions, both old and new. He knew how she felt about his sire picking Artemisia, oddly enough that made the beast she secretly wanted so desperately. She had wanted Incognito and Grizmar though. Wanted to be the perfect King and Queen couple that found love and ruled at an unstoppable force. She knew now that never happened, her heart and her mind knew this. So why was she still stuck on Xerxes and the desire to have him to herself and only herself? He was a King after all, destined to sleep with many- only downfall was his disease. Any bitch he slept with would be destined to die if not granted some sort of miracle by the Underworld or Utopia. Did Chaos get healed? Surely she had, they must have thought about that before this alliance was agreed upon. She would have already been infected from their battle just hours before.
Akroma turned her gaze towards him, first admiring his beautifully handsome façade before allowing herself to take in the perfect form of his chiseled physique. He was ready for battle, as was she. For once the Queen did not care that she so openly devoured him, it was something he would notice and she didn’t care. He did not need to go to battle thinking his Queen did not care for him. She cared for him entirely too much, especially for as little time as they spent together. The chemical reaction between them caused the best kind of explosions within, the kind that excited her. Return to me, please. And I to ye. Her tones were soft and caring, clearly showing worry about the battle they would face. No matter how prepared they both were it was always a risk. One wrong move could get you killed. It was his turn to speak now I had no intentions of leaving you, Akroma, I still don’t. And if you do not return, I will find you. Small smile curved onto her kissers as she thought about Xerxes putting in the time and energy to find her if she did not return. He did not search for Charisa when she fled the throne, but Xerxes knew she would not willingly flee her throne. She told him the first time she had not. Boa uncurled as her smoky velveteens extended towards his withers. She paused briefly before finally making contact- the first contact with any since the nights being raped and beaten in the cave during her disappearance. His scent was euphoric, his skin against her own caused her body to tingle- another chemical reaction at work. Gently and affectionately she nuzzled his withers- hoping this would not be the last night for this to happen. He lightly tugged at her tresses, it was brief and that was all. Had she pushed him away too far for too long? Had he lost hope in her? Or was there never any to begin with? We have an alliance that needs us. She paused from nuzzling his withers, her kissers hanging just above them as the thought of him not returning crossed her mind once again. Dished dial pulled back slightly before she rested her head against his muscular shoulder, such bold and intimate moves considering the space she had set between them the past couple of months. Would he reject her? His bodice remained still, allowing her to keep the contact but he did no reciprocate much. That was fine, it might take time for him to realize she was here for him. He did not move away and that was a good sign. He did not scold her for her words or actions- better than what his sire had done to her. I cannot lose another, Xerxes. Do not let me lose my King. She did not add the word again. It didn’t even cross her mind to add again. She didn’t want to lose her King, period. She didn’t want to lose him. It was with her statement that his massive boa curled around, his kissers nudging her shoulder in an almost comforting manner just before he spoke, Nothing is ever truly lost, Akroma. I will return to you. And you alone. With that she let out a sigh of relief, allowing herself to remain in this position for a few more moments. Enjoying the peace and solitude between the two as the bridge between them had been rebuilt. Perhaps it was unstable and sketchy- but it was there. They would strengthen it over time, she would strengthen it over time.
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