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high upon the throne of two kings - Zhu - 06-05-2016 Nightmares and violent shapes the state of dreaming has left me numb It has never stuck him to think of what might be outside of the southern lands where he constantly finds his youthful self confided to, that there might be seas of white that bites with teeth of ice and mercilessly kills, following up it’s ruthlessness with an insult to the flow of things by holding the corpses in perfect states, as if they still live in breath. He doesn’t remember his first meeting with his father, how his mother had recklessly pulled his once small, frail boyish body into the peaks and valleys to unknowingly meet a man who played what he considers the most important role in his life. Or at least, for now. Patches of snow are scattered across the expanse. Grasses are clawing their way through them and reaching for an empty blue sky that he has spent what feels like hours beneath, studying how the ground reminds him of his father’s face and how the sky is like his mother’s eyes. At some naive post in his younger months, he would have worried that the sky was indeed his mother’s eyes, that she was watching and spying upon him and his every motion like she does with Hobgoblin, but he has learned to outsmart her. She has gone useless, and when her teats dried because he no longer required her milk to survive, their bond stretched further and further, thinning like the snow. Soon, his thoughts of her will be like the snow in the desert: rare, painful, and short-lived. His legs draw out into long strides, moving a slow pace as the world lengthens out. He wonders in the back of his head if it ever ends, or if the mountains in the distance, painted shades of blue and purple with white heads, climb into the sky and then empty out to make more vast valleys. Was there ever a sea that swallows the entire world, as the one around the Dragon’s Throat does? A frown courses over his lips, brows drawing into knots and reaching towards one another as he thinks. “Nem lesz vége a világnak, ha hozzám tartozik.” In the back of his mind, he scolds himself for the release of his words, of prophecies that aren’t yet fulfilled. Hungarian: There will be no end of the world when it belongs to me. "Talk." zhu image credits @Kid RE: high upon the throne of two kings - Kid - 06-05-2016
@Zhu RE: high upon the throne of two kings - Zhu - 06-06-2016 Nightmares and violent shapes the state of dreaming has left me numb
Life must laugh at his misfortunes. In the time that he has spent trying to leave the south, rudely ignoring any drawn eyes or voices that happen to carry in his direction, he has been somewhat happy. He is free from the side of his mother and Hobgoblin, far from the drying heat that is now turning his home into a killing place. The desert is becoming an oven, and even the gathering power of the northern winds that howl across the flatlands cannot cool the heat that has gathered in his body. Chances are it might just be rage as something he cannot forcefully ignore breaks the screaming that he’s grown accustomed to. Kid’s voice. Teeth grit against one another as he attempts to force a long, heavy sigh from his muscular chest, thrusting it outwards with fresh, growing muscles bursting forth. Behind, his tail hangs and swings with annoyance. His ears refuse to move, because now that his horns are beginning to extend around them from behind(something that he would have never expected), moving them results in the embrace of the two. Something about how cold they feel keeps him away. The emptiness swallows them both like the sea swallows his mother from time to time. In this abyss is he forced to accept that Kid is indeed his brother, brethren, something that emerged from the same pair of testicles as himself as a very different sperm, harbored in a womb that was not his beautiful mother’s until it finally grew tired of him and threw him out. Does Kid’s mother even care for him? The idea of someone caring from something so weak makes him chuckle, and without control, the deep noises roll from his throat and grind along their walls till it breaks the wall built by his jagged teeth. He is becoming a man, and therefore Apa, no, Volterra would prefer that he act as one. And acting as a man, a true warlord that he is destined to become by his own accord, requires that he acknowledge his lesser, weaker sibling regardless of how it makes him sick. The stress in his bones and muscles try to release, tail slouching and dipping as he lets forth a long sigh. “It’s too hot back home. If it’s desolate and hot there and I don’t like the heat, then I’d rather be where it’s desolate and cold.” Moon eyes draw closer to him as the shadow man’s head turns to his “And why are you here? Did you not have something better to do with your mentor?” He hasn’t forgotten how Kid has specifically taken the effort to mention their father’s sibling, how apparently ‘close’ the two have found themselves to one another. “Has Nymeria gotten bored of you?” The mental image comes to his mind easily, how Kid’s voice finally overstays it’s welcome, how his chattiness finally throws Nymeria over the edge, giving some sort of insight to the scars littering his body. "Talk." zhu image credits @Kid RE: high upon the throne of two kings - Kid - 06-06-2016
@Zhu RE: high upon the throne of two kings - Zhu - 06-06-2016 Nightmares and violent shapes the state of dreaming has left me numb
The more scars that appear along his lesser brother’s body, the more he finds himself intrigued, counting their forms, following the lines that become islands among the sea of Kid’s coat. His own body is perfect, a definition of how well and attentive both of his parents have been in his raising for the past few months. Kid shows laziness, carelessness, and overall bad parenting in his existence, and while Zhu believes their father would like him to look upon Kid as an example of something he should never strive to be, their eternal connection through one man’s foolishness almost tempts him to lean to what his mother would have. Sikeax would have asked him to feel pity, to care and to help him learn how to achieve something greater in this world when obviously the world has taken measures to ensure his demise and failure. Somewhere inside of him, he feels himself lean towards this. This is his brother, sharer of his blood, each other attempting to be near one another in both colour, personality and quite possibly a goal, that being winning over Volterra’s utmost pride in their achievements. For today, he can feel pity, and choose to get over his hatred for something so Kid is just… wasted potential, as his mother would have told him. He only needs the push. What is said about his ‘ice heart’ flies through one ear and out through the other, hanging within his brain long enough for Zhu to begin regretting his decision. Only a glare and a light contortion of the corner of one side of the mouth is given in response. His heart is not cold, it is simply reserved. The answer to his question finally puzzles him, aggressively thrashing his tail as his extremely rationalist mind works diligently to figure this issue out. Everything? Did the grass do something to him? Taste badly? Had the clouds soured his mood because of its te- He stops himself there. Nothing could put a damper on Kid’s always upbeat mood, not even his constant cheerfulness and Volterra’s ability to stick his dick in places it didn’t need to be. But this is also a chance for them to ‘brothers,’ and act as such, and if any of the foals that he had encountered in the Dragon’s Throat where there was always an abundance of(hopefully not courtesy of their shared sire), it is that siblings somehow find enjoyment in annoying one another. “Everything? The Sun? The grass? The sky? Have your meals gone sour? Surprised to see your personality hasn’t followed with, but oh wait, it already did. Apa’s stupidity with his dick seemed to have already ruined it.” He dips his head into his company’s range now, pressing his lazy ears forward as his forehead and blind eyes grow ever close to those abominations. “Does Nymeria not care to teach you to be rational? You cannot escape everything.” He draws away with a slow, graceful motion, resuming his previous gate and following the invisible path that he attempts to etch into the growing grasses. The small snap of words that haunt behind his staring at enough to make him roll his eyes. The pity business is obviously not becoming his game. “Then who attacks you? Your sister? Your mother? The man who might have tried to act as your father when Apa was too busy finding more mares to impregnate?” It’s not like he chooses to care. "Talk." zhu image credits @Kid RE: high upon the throne of two kings - Kid - 06-06-2016
@Zhu RE: high upon the throne of two kings - Zhu - 06-21-2016 Nightmares and violent shapes the state of dreaming has left me numb
Kid’s eyes are nothing to him. They approach the hide of his dark features and lock into the vast, white emptiness of his pupiless eyes and hang there. Not an eyelash is moved, but the more that his brother chooses to stare, the more that he studies, shifting the stones within his skull at small intervals until they break each other’s grasp. Lips pry their mangled bodies from one another as he draws, moving effortlessly as he speaks. He wants Kid to see his teeth and the jagged points, the mess of bone mountains staining yellow and green in his pit. He wants intimidation, wants to see Kid figure out that he will waste no time in destroying what a lovely face he has with his jaws. They are his most valuable weapons, unsuspected and hidden, and most of all, deadly. An evolutionary advantage that will favour him every day from the moment that they exposed themselves. “You are the idiot here. I thought you were the one with the brains. Do you not listen enough? Don’t you care to think? I don’t care for him. He’s only a means of gaining an advantage over others. He teaches me to fight, how to speak a language that secrets can freely exchanged over without worry of comprise, the things I need. He has nothing to give any of us. If he did, would he have not a crown? Would he not be known in this land more? My mother is rather high standing in the Dragon’s Throat, and she and none of the others, definitely the leads, have spoken nothing of him. He is simply a face in a sea of many more. A lie. A failure.” A scowl freely paints itself across his features now, slowly his gait as his tail catches upon something and drags. The violent thrashing that follows bring him no suffice. “Halt.” Whether or not Kid actually does stop, he doesn’t take the effort to look. The lengthy mass is drawing around his hind legs like a large snake, and in its wake hangs a branch. Small, but enough in size that it drags the ground and entangles itself in anything strong enough to hold it. As the tip draws nearer to the hind end of his shoulder, the eminence weight of his appendage catches him. I’ll have to cut the hair away in the future. But how? A few attempts at capturing the branch pay off, and he can only try to hide the wince that draws over him in the shape of wrinkles as long, coarse locks of black and white hair remain attached to the body. It’s thrown away without second thought. Cosmetics aren’t his thing. If Kid’s eyes are watching, he gives no response, whether it be physically or through words. A common misshapen, meaningless in the flow of his life. At least it isn’t thorns or Devil’s Claw. Any insults that might have swung from the string of words erupting from Kid’s mouth like a river are ignored. Kid’s rage seems childish and useless. He lets it weigh him down, and for a second, Zhu questions if it would work against him, if he could actually destroy Kid with his hateful feelings. “My mother is indeed loving, and I do have the physical advantage, but what does her love have to do to with me having the advantage? I have no control over right or wrong, and so do you. I’m only what I think is right.” He pauses, stopping his flow of words to think in silence. A bird flies overhead effortlessly. The clouds drift without even a clue of the two brothers below them. “For me. I do what I must to succeed.” Thunder does not follow in the wake of his brother’s movement. The grass doesn’t even quiver when he passes near to them, swaying only when a light wind, parted by the force of Kid’s body, strikes them. Zhu doesn’t slow for him, nor does he pick up the pace. The fact that he says his mother treats him terribly doesn’t bother him. Mothers can be cruel. Sikeax has told him about her own mother, and he is aware of his luck in her treatment. He hopes that if he ever chooses to father children that their mothers will take the time to love him as she has. It opens space to better things. No words pour from his vocal cords. He simply processes, questioning if he should offer fake pity or not. Is he worth the ‘I’m sorry’ or would silence suit him more? The silence is sure to bring out useless words that end in, yes, an attempted act upon Kid’s face with his teeth, and while tasting blood over his tongue would sound nice to their Apa, he is feeling particularly lazy with such things. “You’ll be glad in the future when she’s taught you how to take a punch and you can lie about the scars being something else. Mine would have taken even the smallest away with a blink of an eye.” He doesn’t know if he means them out of pity or respect, or if he’s simply saying to avoid having to act out on his previous threat. "Talk." zhu image credits @Kid RE: high upon the throne of two kings - Kid - 06-24-2016
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