 WE HOPE THAT YOU CHOKE
THAT YOU CHOKE
"That one is no flower child"
Her voice was a brontide, the kind that rumbled on a summer night and promised rain. The regent's word assured Maxence that the seal-coloured stag was certainly no stranger to Solterra, and as the bleached fellow beside him began to speak he came to realise just how different the pair were.
Eik was the name of the paler fellow, and it seemed he was very new if he was needed to ask after who Maxence was. It didn't shock the commander that he didn't know who he was and certainly didn't offend him, though he did question what the fellow was doing here is he had not heard of Solterra's revolution. Grinding his teeth together as he searched for an answer (who was he?), it was then that the joker spoke with words that immediately leeched their way under his skin.
"--if you went back to fucking that manky old lion on your back and left Solterra to rule herself."
It was these words that caused Maxence to toss his nose to one side, almost needing to take double the time to process what had just been said. All the while his perperual frown hardly moved, not up nor down, and instead the king gazed back at this Velorca with a dull and unimpressed countenance. Maxence had been expecting this kind of reception from the Solterran's of old, but nothing he had prepared himself involved any suggestion of beastiality.
"Funny," Maxence begun with knitted brows, his eternal scowl now deepening the longer he spent with his eyes affixed upon the other stag's. "Very funny" he continued, venom lacing every word. If only this little worm knew the significance of the lion's head upon his back and the reason the wearer had earned the right to wear it, the blood he had spilled, the wars he had won, the people he had lost. "But those are big words for a runt like you,"
"and Solterra is incapable of ruling itself"
AND YOU CAN LAUGH
A SPINELESS LAUGH
WE HOPE THAT YOU CHOKE
THAT YOU CHOKE
✝
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