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02-05-2017, 10:01 PM
Kianzo
The dark prince watched his father from the shadows. He had seen the Reaper call a meeting—it had been the first thing to arouse his interest in power. That interest had grown in to an obsession as time wore on. And it was not until now that he was able to see the power his own father held. Thus far it had only been evident it deferent glances or respectful nods; nothing overt, nothing really powerful.
But now, in front of such a large herd, the ashen heart began to understand the ’King’ part of his father’s moniker. He was so absorbed in all the workings of this power (the doling out of tasks, the stripping of ranks, the ascending of promotions) that the gold yearling didn’t think to join Kiada. Their relationship was tenuous at best.
Though she would always remain his other half. Regardless of his (or her) actions. He felt her, like a gravitational pull. But he resisted, remaining in the shadows to watch.
But now, in front of such a large herd, the ashen heart began to understand the ’King’ part of his father’s moniker. He was so absorbed in all the workings of this power (the doling out of tasks, the stripping of ranks, the ascending of promotions) that the gold yearling didn’t think to join Kiada. Their relationship was tenuous at best.
Though she would always remain his other half. Regardless of his (or her) actions. He felt her, like a gravitational pull. But he resisted, remaining in the shadows to watch.
i want the world or nothing
