Ramses I will eat you alive
The ringing of bells echoed through Ramses’ core and turning his head, the stallion stared down the alleyway towards the palace. Somewhere, through the maze of sand blasted buildings, something of importance took place. Crimson eyes narrowing, the man’s lips curled in a sneer as he moved towards the sound, his ears flat against his skull as he imagined what could be waiting for the citizens of Solterra in the square.
Weaving through the crowd, he followed the broken creatures around him. A simple defeat radiated from them and Ramses found himself frowning. Since when did the people of Solterra seem so… breakable? Perhaps Raum had scarred their nation so deep, they’d never truly recover. A shudder ran down his spine at the thought. It was sickening, the state of Solis’s kingdom and it had grown hard for him to swallow.
Approaching the center of the city, he found himself looking at a sun kissed creature covered in tattoos. The stranger stood above them, his voice whispering across the air, power radiating from him. Ramses’ frown deepened as he retreated into the shadows, his lips pursing with disapproval. This is who Solis had chosen? This imposter without the desert in his veins and sand upon his skin?
The coyote found himself scoffing silently at these promises that were pouring so easily from the golden beast’s maw as he made quite a spectacle of his magic. He heard the “ooo”s and “ahh”s from the crowd but the Davke born was unimpressed. This is not what he had expected when he’d imagined a new sovereign, a new politician. The thought of serving under this foreigner caused his blood to boil, that monster in his chest roaring.
Scarlet eyes moving over the crowd, the sound of the stallion’s words ringing in his ears, Ramses felt the turmoil in his stomach, a wretched thing of darkness and despair.
“Who will rise?”
"Never," the coyote whispered to no one but himself, the words laced in rage as they swirled around him, an angry serpent of hatred.
This unfamiliar man could never understand what his people had endured, he could never do anything to redeem the actions of the wicked kings of this land that had murdered his tribe, his family.
Watching as another Davke born stepped forward and offered his loyalty, Ramses shook his crown, the discontent reverberating from his skin.
Finally, the creature of the sands turned back into the darkness of the streets, his head held high as he walked away from everything he’d ever longed for, the beast caged inside him screaming.
"Never," he snarled at that thing within him, he could never satiate his desires at the peril of his people, even if it meant leaving the only home he’d ever known….
OOC: I'm sorry, Ramses is an ass.
