K A I S A R Sink or swim, such a simple phrase yet it held power. One wrong move often sent many into the dark depths of the ocean, and it was there where they had to choose. Would they be consumed? Or would they find their second wind and push toward the shore? Novus was sink or swim for many, especially those that had stumbled into her embrace, broken or strung together. It also had little qualms in taking from those both strong and weak, there are many, he's come to learn, have lost things that are precious to them. Not just family and fond friends, faces who were no more than ripples in the water by now. Magic, the force that made the good great, and the bad, terrible. Kaisar had magic, he had also had Ikaros, his great winged behemoth — both had become the gatekeepers fee to call this place home. He was all smouldering skin and ember flecked bones, bared to the World and then not at all. Many made assumptions when they saw him at first glance, but then who didn't judge on first sight? Kaisar was guilty of assuming much on first impressions, and reluctant to let souls redeem themselves. The fire kissed stallion was so much more though, than first impressions and the scars on his skin, the shadows hid the rest of him under layers of smoke and mist. Wrapped around him like a silken drape and heavy gold medallions. A dragon reluctant to give up his secrets. All pride and fire, blistering cold and glacial coolness. "They would." He agreed, a breath exhaled in another chuckle. "I'd have to come back for a second pass at life, I would be that embarrassed." Indeed, what a terrible, unfortunate way to go. The statues carved of his face for eternity would have to be covered with a cloth, mindfully stored behind greater heroes who had more valiant deaths. The mood had lifted considerably, the weight in his gaze lightened to one of a more light disposition that one that actively searched for anything deeper beneath the surface. "If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask them." He rumbled as he turned and began to lead the way, his hooves clacking heavily on the stone floor now that he had no reason to slink in the shadows. Indeed, beyond the stone archway lay more Courtiers who hugged the shadows and filled the silence with melodic words. While they were not so active during the day, as they were truly Calligo's children at heart, the night was no means filled with the sound of nothingness and slithering shadows. Music, laughter and memories were made in earnest. "We're one of the most populated Courts in the land," he mentioned idy, "with Dusk not far behind. Our monarch is called Reichenbach, he's rather hard to miss." Her apology earned a shake of his horned head, dismissing it with ease and a shrug of his muscular shoulder. If any were offended by such words, he would question their delicate sensibilities and place within a world that was often bluntly cruel. "The apology is unneeded, Arah. Do not worry, I'm not so easily felled by a lady who knows what she wants." A small smirk flitted across his scarred face. "I'm Kaisar, one of the Warriors of the Court, if the scars did not already give it away." "kaisar talks" TAG: @ |
