IT MUST BE LONELY
when you're up there looking down
Ruling never did get easier , new faces were commonplace , but in Solterra , he knew many faces , or thought that he did . Many of them were nothing but ghosts now , lingering in the sands and in his mind . Faces with names that perhaps only he carried now , and faces he likely would never see again . It churns deep , dredging up rough memories , and he shakes them free , pushing them down and flicking an ear instead , gently tapping it against Enyo and feeling the response in their bond of combined annoyance and amusement . She turns her head and nips at his ear instead , reaching for it and catching it , claws carefully pulling at it as she entertains herself , and takes her attention off of Liam . As intelligent as she is , she's still a baby , and prone to being more entertained by his ears instead .
The confirmation of the alliance brings a sense of ease . At least he can right some wrongs of the tyrants of Solterra , who had marked the Court as one of war . He loathed that it was all Solterra was known for now ; bloodshed and war . Things that only painted them as creatures that sought to fight and dig in proverbial teeth and fangs to make war . He hates it . But then something else strikes him , and his ears immediately fall back , eyes narrowing just slightly and muzzle wrinkling upward .
A poor leader ?
" I never said I was a poor leader . While once upon a time , there was a time where I was , I improved , and the times where I ruled after that , I was perfectly capable . So I wouldn't claim I was a poor leader any time recently . " His words come out a little colder than originally anticipated . His last crown had been stable , but the lands had not been . They had crumbled into nothing , the gods themselves had taken the entire place down . But he had a stable line , a stable land and people , ones that had looked up to him . His icy eye narrows , the glow deepening slightly and his golden fangs showing when his lips peel up into a cold smile for a moment .
It seems to only grow a little more tense when the other looks at him , and simply tells him he'll be going into a hospital and won't be taking a no for an answer . " You will be taking a no for an answer , because I am not one of your courtly citizens , Liam . You may be able to mother hen over all of them and get them to do what you want , but you cannot and will not make me do something I do not want to do ." His lips peel up a little more , and Enyo suddenly shifts , uncomfortable . The small saurian makes a gentle noise and climbs down his neck , against his shoulders , hiding deeper into his mane as she buries into the hair there as best as she can .
"We can discuss the terms here or not at all ." He has no patience to play games with this , and he will not simply be badgered into doing something that someone else is attempting to force on him . He's healing fine on his own . As much as the wounds are opened , he's been working on healing at home with aloe and other herbs , things he knows will work . Being a warrior means he knows what works and what doesn't , the dozens of scars all over his body tell stories of how he's survived his immortal life as it is ; he knows how to take care of himself and his wounds from whatever he takes on in his years of living .
The confirmation of the alliance brings a sense of ease . At least he can right some wrongs of the tyrants of Solterra , who had marked the Court as one of war . He loathed that it was all Solterra was known for now ; bloodshed and war . Things that only painted them as creatures that sought to fight and dig in proverbial teeth and fangs to make war . He hates it . But then something else strikes him , and his ears immediately fall back , eyes narrowing just slightly and muzzle wrinkling upward .
A poor leader ?
" I never said I was a poor leader . While once upon a time , there was a time where I was , I improved , and the times where I ruled after that , I was perfectly capable . So I wouldn't claim I was a poor leader any time recently . " His words come out a little colder than originally anticipated . His last crown had been stable , but the lands had not been . They had crumbled into nothing , the gods themselves had taken the entire place down . But he had a stable line , a stable land and people , ones that had looked up to him . His icy eye narrows , the glow deepening slightly and his golden fangs showing when his lips peel up into a cold smile for a moment .
It seems to only grow a little more tense when the other looks at him , and simply tells him he'll be going into a hospital and won't be taking a no for an answer . " You will be taking a no for an answer , because I am not one of your courtly citizens , Liam . You may be able to mother hen over all of them and get them to do what you want , but you cannot and will not make me do something I do not want to do ." His lips peel up a little more , and Enyo suddenly shifts , uncomfortable . The small saurian makes a gentle noise and climbs down his neck , against his shoulders , hiding deeper into his mane as she buries into the hair there as best as she can .
"We can discuss the terms here or not at all ." He has no patience to play games with this , and he will not simply be badgered into doing something that someone else is attempting to force on him . He's healing fine on his own . As much as the wounds are opened , he's been working on healing at home with aloe and other herbs , things he knows will work . Being a warrior means he knows what works and what doesn't , the dozens of scars all over his body tell stories of how he's survived his immortal life as it is ; he knows how to take care of himself and his wounds from whatever he takes on in his years of living .
@Liam !
