It would have been all too easy to swathe the Sun King in shadow, to shackle him and poison him with that same venom they had used on his Warden. Maxence would be a difficult opponent - that much was known. There was an air to him that said he was aware of each brush of Calligo's night against his mottled coat, aware that, though he could not see them, Crows and Denoctians alike lingered and watched the foreigner in their midst. Maxence was no fool - though he had acted like one when he had stolen Rostislav without considering the repercussions. Why do you think? Came his hissed voice through the night, prickling the tense hair behind Reichenbach's muscular neck. Finally the King of Solterra faced him, his eyes glinting like blue steel through the darkness. Solis' chosen. Reichenbach fought the urge to peel his black lips from his teeth as he met the mans gaze, flames coiling like snakes within his muscles, his gut, the shadows cooling and soothing even as he flashed a dangerous grin at the mention of Rostislav. That smile continued to grow, amused and lethal as Maxence spoke. The light caught on his bone-white teeth, his usually pleasant expression marred by a devastating cruelty. When his voice emerged for the second time, it was soft: "You think to justify stealing, drugging and shackling an innocent man for his choice of deity?" He did not blink. The promise of violence shone in his silver-eyed smile. "Here is my promise to you Maxence. If you, or any of your kind, lay a Solis-burned finger upon any of the Children of Night without their consent, it will be your body the vultures pick at." @Maxence short n sassy <3 hehe |
