M A X E N C E FOR KING AND COUNTRY
There was little Maxence had left to say to the naysayers, and even less to say to those who blindly bent their knees. They were right to question and to prod, but to holler and disrespect a man who called for prosperity in a land without so much as a trickle of water and courts covered in dust? While the other lands thrives both in riches, advantageous geology and population, Solterra remained a dwindling dustbowl, wild and unruly as it had been a year ago - and it only became worse with each passing day. Perhaps the painted commander ought to appologise for disturbing the peace and disrupting these hermit's calm and serene holiday to the desert. It was the rumble of the red-eyed giant that caused a snort to escape the commanders nose, the urge to stomp in fury rippling down his left leg like a southpaw. "You are blind" Maxence spoke to the man, his words keeling down upon him with a growing ferocity as his wing swept outward from his sides in preparation for take off. The soldier had many more important duties to attend to, or rather, much more important than arguing with this overgrown runt. "If you love your precious desert so much, do not let it waste and crumble. If you love it's people so much why do you insist they live alone as vagabonds. I am calling for community; all warriors and supporters of strength will be welcome in the halls of the day Court. We will grow food, we will train soldiers. No longer can we live as outcasts, and I for one refuse to die in isolation. The sand will swallow you whole" And with that, the future king was departed. A few beats of his wings and he was somewhere else, the sand and firey atmosphere turning cool as he soared away. |
a long awaited THREAD TIE UP DAY
THIS CONCLUDES THIS THREAD.
