PT. 2 | LONG LIVE THE KING |
Jul 24, 2024 11:05:57 GMT -7
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Post by Fallen on Jul 24, 2024 11:05:57 GMT -7
"Speech."
Pain rocked through the body of the king. A terrible fire clawed through his throat and his lungs and sand filled his mouth with grit. The bastard king opened his eyes, the world around him only half shown as the full extent of the trauma sustained to his face was known. The ink and ivory colored hellion groaned and winced as he rocked to his side, small rocks and sand stuck into his sweat lathered hide. Selven was not fully aware of where he was, however he had come to know that he was assaulted by a small group of rebels. He did know, that wherever he was, was somewhere hot and miserable and dry, even within the depths of this darkness. There were no scents aside from those of his captors, no scent of an ocean, no scent of rain. Nothing. Selven blinked hard then, letting his faulty gaze adjust once again to the never ending darkness. His right eye still painful as the vision was mostly gone from it. His inky tower flicked. The deafening sound of silence the only thing he could hear. He was unaware of the time, there was no telling if it was morning or night.. but perhaps... just perhaps everyone was sleep or gone. Selven forced his body to rise now, the pain that shifted through his bones making the beast grind his teeth. The rebels had denied him food, and drink. Giving him less than enough to fully function but just enough that he did not die of dehydration.
He knew the rebel group were possibly planning on his demise at this point. Their whispers falling on his torn tower here and there, talking of their chance to take the crown. Their devilish tongues talking of bloodshed and usurpers. They had become sloppy though the longer he was here. Their names slipping freely through the dark and settling in his brain during moments of half consciousness. The dark king had no idea of his visual state now, but he felt tremendously weak. Cracked and bloodied lips picked at his own flesh as he craned his nape around to each side of him. His once fine and large muscles had slowly withered away, his sleekness replaced by grim and rough fur. The bastard king let out he smallest of sounds, yet it echoed loudly. He held his ragged breath, waiting for something... anything to make a sound in return. Yet there was nothing. Selven inhaled as deeply as he could, his ribs feeling bruised as new wounds split open from the action. He had been kept low daily, the fuckers not allowing him a chance to regain his strength. They were all cowards, hiding him in the dark, forcing his body into weakness. He would come for them... he would come for them all.
Selven began to move then, the heft of the bones in his tattered mane and tail uncomfortable against his skin. For once in his life he could feel the full weight of them, and it made this trek slightly more difficult. Selven groaned lightly, his bruised ribs and lungs straining with the movement. His torn nostrils flared as he now seemed to branch off into a tunnel that had a slight incline and the faintest smell tickled his nose. It was a vaguely rotten stench, but there was... something else on it. Selven's tired limbs pushed him faster, a painful limp marring his once beautiful and floaty gait. That can't be... he thought as the resounding wind grew louder but the stench lessened and it was replaced by familiar scents. The dark kings heart thumped painfully in his chest, his clear eye refocusing as a hint of light bounced off the walls and highlighted multicolored patches of ground and... bones. The bastard king did not slow now, old and new wounds alike reopening as he forced himself into an amble, his right shoulder clicking with each limp. "My babies.." The sound was like nothing that had left his maw before. It was dry, and strained, his vocal cords unused in some time. The bastard king looked down the closer he got, the sun light growing brighter as he reached the decayed bodies of his twins. Selven struggled to breathe now, his battered body shaking and trembling as he reached down to touch what was left of his stolen children. His eyes closed tightly, his heart breaking in ways he could of never imagined. The stallion said nothing else, but his mind screamed. His very soul screamed. "Surgeon.. I have never called upon the dead or the gods but I do so now." The beaten beast turned his heavy crown to look out at the opening of the tunnel then, the drop to the golden sands below dangerously close. Did his babies come this way hoping for reprieve? Were they slaughtered then drug here by their killer with the knowledge they would likely never be found? Anger rose in the kings sunken gut. His teeth grinding once more as he faced the sun, the darkness of the tunnels at his back.
Pain rocked through the body of the king. A terrible fire clawed through his throat and his lungs and sand filled his mouth with grit. The bastard king opened his eyes, the world around him only half shown as the full extent of the trauma sustained to his face was known. The ink and ivory colored hellion groaned and winced as he rocked to his side, small rocks and sand stuck into his sweat lathered hide. Selven was not fully aware of where he was, however he had come to know that he was assaulted by a small group of rebels. He did know, that wherever he was, was somewhere hot and miserable and dry, even within the depths of this darkness. There were no scents aside from those of his captors, no scent of an ocean, no scent of rain. Nothing. Selven blinked hard then, letting his faulty gaze adjust once again to the never ending darkness. His right eye still painful as the vision was mostly gone from it. His inky tower flicked. The deafening sound of silence the only thing he could hear. He was unaware of the time, there was no telling if it was morning or night.. but perhaps... just perhaps everyone was sleep or gone. Selven forced his body to rise now, the pain that shifted through his bones making the beast grind his teeth. The rebels had denied him food, and drink. Giving him less than enough to fully function but just enough that he did not die of dehydration.
He knew the rebel group were possibly planning on his demise at this point. Their whispers falling on his torn tower here and there, talking of their chance to take the crown. Their devilish tongues talking of bloodshed and usurpers. They had become sloppy though the longer he was here. Their names slipping freely through the dark and settling in his brain during moments of half consciousness. The dark king had no idea of his visual state now, but he felt tremendously weak. Cracked and bloodied lips picked at his own flesh as he craned his nape around to each side of him. His once fine and large muscles had slowly withered away, his sleekness replaced by grim and rough fur. The bastard king let out he smallest of sounds, yet it echoed loudly. He held his ragged breath, waiting for something... anything to make a sound in return. Yet there was nothing. Selven inhaled as deeply as he could, his ribs feeling bruised as new wounds split open from the action. He had been kept low daily, the fuckers not allowing him a chance to regain his strength. They were all cowards, hiding him in the dark, forcing his body into weakness. He would come for them... he would come for them all.
Selven began to move then, the heft of the bones in his tattered mane and tail uncomfortable against his skin. For once in his life he could feel the full weight of them, and it made this trek slightly more difficult. Selven groaned lightly, his bruised ribs and lungs straining with the movement. His torn nostrils flared as he now seemed to branch off into a tunnel that had a slight incline and the faintest smell tickled his nose. It was a vaguely rotten stench, but there was... something else on it. Selven's tired limbs pushed him faster, a painful limp marring his once beautiful and floaty gait. That can't be... he thought as the resounding wind grew louder but the stench lessened and it was replaced by familiar scents. The dark kings heart thumped painfully in his chest, his clear eye refocusing as a hint of light bounced off the walls and highlighted multicolored patches of ground and... bones. The bastard king did not slow now, old and new wounds alike reopening as he forced himself into an amble, his right shoulder clicking with each limp. "My babies.." The sound was like nothing that had left his maw before. It was dry, and strained, his vocal cords unused in some time. The bastard king looked down the closer he got, the sun light growing brighter as he reached the decayed bodies of his twins. Selven struggled to breathe now, his battered body shaking and trembling as he reached down to touch what was left of his stolen children. His eyes closed tightly, his heart breaking in ways he could of never imagined. The stallion said nothing else, but his mind screamed. His very soul screamed. "Surgeon.. I have never called upon the dead or the gods but I do so now." The beaten beast turned his heavy crown to look out at the opening of the tunnel then, the drop to the golden sands below dangerously close. Did his babies come this way hoping for reprieve? Were they slaughtered then drug here by their killer with the knowledge they would likely never be found? Anger rose in the kings sunken gut. His teeth grinding once more as he faced the sun, the darkness of the tunnels at his back.
"Use me as you will and help me."
WORDS 859 TAGGED A z z y w/ The Surgeon ➳ T e c h n o ➳ for IC tracking purpose! MUSE ---
NOTES FOR ALL INTENT AND PURPOSE SELVEN IS NOT DARK KING, but He is unaware of this at this time! Names of the rebels will be given in time (➳ T e c h n o ➳ let me know which ones he would of heard) FOR IC tracking purposes! TIMELINE After the fight with Castiel, after Vendettra's death. Selven still thinks he is Dark King and unaware that he has lost the position at this point in time.
NOTES FOR ALL INTENT AND PURPOSE SELVEN IS NOT DARK KING, but He is unaware of this at this time! Names of the rebels will be given in time (➳ T e c h n o ➳ let me know which ones he would of heard) FOR IC tracking purposes! TIMELINE After the fight with Castiel, after Vendettra's death. Selven still thinks he is Dark King and unaware that he has lost the position at this point in time.
by ♛befera