Post by A z z y on Aug 5, 2024 2:12:11 GMT -7
Decisions had to be made, decisions that she did not want to make for various reasons. The loss of Selven, despite it being several months now, still pained her. Thomasin still ached for his loss, coupled with the loss of the twins and her beloved companion, Black Phillip, she wondered how many more losses she could truly endure. How many more lashes would she take from the whip held by others until she truly retaliated, until she ripped that whip from them and flayed them with it where they stood. Daily, she hoped for his return, but over time, that hope had faded. He was either dead or he had chosen to desert her and his kingdom, leaving the position open. She had held off announcing his loss for as long as she could, afterall, despite his importance to her, she still felt as if she ruled alone, and had done so since taking the throne. Two bastards had thrown their hats in the ring for the spot beside her, two very different beasts. One she knew, one she had never heard of or seen before. Had the position beside her become vacant at the beginning of the war, perhaps her choice would have been different - yet out of the two, Belial felt like the correct choice for the kingdom now, if not for her.
Which was partly why she had ventured to these barren lands. The lands had passed hands as frequently as the King's throne had asses upon it. Azriel had taken it over when Gidge had changed his allegiance, and had done little with the realms since. Another had come and challenged - Wrathion, a brute that held promise and reminded her of the stallions who used to own lands within the dark kingdom. Only he soon decided against leading the lands, leaving them vacant of a ruler. He had offered to remain, as a guardian, as her eyes and ears, until a suitable lead was found. And whilst none had come forwards directly, the witch queen had found her mind wandering to the behemoth who had vied for the position beside her. Whilst she had chosen another as King, it did not mean she did not see Malice's potential. Despite his arrogance, his thuggish appearance and his almost aloof approach to her, she had seen the streak within him that she too had - a savage streak. It was why those such as Charm and Rianne excelled within the kingdom. They were loyal, they were vicious, they did not stop. Those traits she saw in them, in herself, she also saw now in Malice. To not offer him this would be a failing on her part…
Her slender yet toned shoulder muscles slid under the pliant inky exterior of her flesh, her mass moving easily up the emerald slopes as she came to a halt. Those golden optics scoured the bountiful realm below, curious to what the ivory behemoth would make of her offer. With that, the witch queen released her summons, a call to Malice, a call to arms. How would he receive this moment? Would he accept willingly or begrudgingly? Would he prove to be the asset she hoped him to be, or would he prove to be a thorn in her side that would need to be forcefully removed in time…
TAGGED - ✦ F a e r i i e f o x ✦
WORDS - 556
MUSE - okay
NOTES - for Thom to offer Malice the lands as planned.
Zohyd// tagging for mention of Wrathion
aliyaah tagging for transparency.
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