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Tio was burning. His insides were alive with fury, with a drive, with the rage of being stuck in his crippled state whilst the world ran away without him. All his dreams of conquest, all his threats, all his plans... all dashed against the sands of time. This quest had taken much longer than he had planned, and the joint lock on his knee was still there, the splint that caused him such pain and infuriated him so. He wanted the world to burn alive in his all-consuming fury, but he could do little more than hobble from where he had made a nest for him to lay down on, to the pool of water which quenched his thirst and gave life to the grass.
He could live without the sun, in all honesty. The darkness suited him just fine, even when the moon was not rising and falling to express the return of his quest giver. The goddess of the moon had proven herself to be wise, albeit shrewd. He was forced to live as an old nag with nothing to show for it but for fools to lay claim to his life. He had been captured and carried off to the foothills, only for them to scorn at him and his weakened state. Thoroughly humiliated, he had slunk off to hide the moment they had released him. What stung the most about that experience, was that Phaedra, the mare he had chosen to trust, had been the one to collect him, had brought him into the open where he could be gawked at and scorned by her fellow herd mates.
He snorted, the memory of waking up to her face still burned in his skull. He had limped away from that place with his head hanging low for the first time since he'd arrived in this place. He shook his head to clear it of the memory and told himself he would take great pleasure in torturing her once he had risen to power...
Dusted auds pricked at the sound of rustling undergrowth. He stood stock still until his form vanished and remained so as his eyes searched the surrounding landscape. He wished he could move and remain hidden in this way- seeking out the noise would be a lot more comforting than standing still and waiting for the intruder to bump into his invisible, yet solid, form. He flattened his ears and the movement was enough to break the spell of invisibility. The rustling stopped only to start up again somewhere else. He turned his head, his expression fierce.
"Who's there?" He snorted, sharply. "Show yourself!" The order was barked with such force that it reverberated off the surrounding tree trunks. He had no intention of being taken away from his hiding spot a second time and thus, tensed in preparation for a fight he knew he had no chance of winning.
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Seele, played by abba
Tio/Seele OTP<3
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[O] Pestilence, Meet Death [Seele || FINISHED]
