Post by Light on Mar 10, 2014 14:06:12 GMT -5
❀ Heart Only ❀
They fell like water dripping from the sky. One after another, each purpose-filled ting of metal echoed deep into the soul. That was how they wanted it--what the land of Mallister had strived for, worked so hard for so long for. One after another, the servants that had been scurrying up and down the hall fall to their knees and bow their heads to their ruler. They wanted someone of great importance, someone that others would fear, but they could admire and take wounds for. From head to toe, the walking enigma was covered in a coat of metal, the joints barely making a sound as the slid together and apart with each wide step. The king came from the direction of the meeting room, where they took guests that wanted to speak with the strong naval country, and try to earn them as allies. So far though, they hadn't answer a single request of friendship to any of the kingdoms, whereas before the late kings son came to power, the Mallisters' would take any chance they could seize to form an alliance.
But not anymore--and the king had made their point clear. Those allies that they had been accepting were only slowing them down, taking their resources and demanding their ships. They had rebuilt the docks, the once sleepy fishing port now filled with battleships. The king had did all was possible to increase their military and push out the encroaching people that they shared borders with. Dark hair neatly streamed out from the helmet, the green hue to the thick braided locks that rested on both shoulders of the figure holding the families crest on a thick metal clasps.
The whole castle had doubts when their king rose to power---for he would never show his face, and always wore his armor. When he talked, it would be in a whisper to his adviser, who would take point in conversations. But after they had seen what he was capable of, they stopped thinking anything about his odd demeanor. There was said to only be two people who knew what he really looked like, his adviser, and his servant. They were the only two with the privilege of knowing his name, or her name, and that is Elf, or Elve--for when she was dressed as a man in public.
They fell like water dripping from the sky. One after another, each purpose-filled ting of metal echoed deep into the soul. That was how they wanted it--what the land of Mallister had strived for, worked so hard for so long for. One after another, the servants that had been scurrying up and down the hall fall to their knees and bow their heads to their ruler. They wanted someone of great importance, someone that others would fear, but they could admire and take wounds for. From head to toe, the walking enigma was covered in a coat of metal, the joints barely making a sound as the slid together and apart with each wide step. The king came from the direction of the meeting room, where they took guests that wanted to speak with the strong naval country, and try to earn them as allies. So far though, they hadn't answer a single request of friendship to any of the kingdoms, whereas before the late kings son came to power, the Mallisters' would take any chance they could seize to form an alliance.
But not anymore--and the king had made their point clear. Those allies that they had been accepting were only slowing them down, taking their resources and demanding their ships. They had rebuilt the docks, the once sleepy fishing port now filled with battleships. The king had did all was possible to increase their military and push out the encroaching people that they shared borders with. Dark hair neatly streamed out from the helmet, the green hue to the thick braided locks that rested on both shoulders of the figure holding the families crest on a thick metal clasps.
The whole castle had doubts when their king rose to power---for he would never show his face, and always wore his armor. When he talked, it would be in a whisper to his adviser, who would take point in conversations. But after they had seen what he was capable of, they stopped thinking anything about his odd demeanor. There was said to only be two people who knew what he really looked like, his adviser, and his servant. They were the only two with the privilege of knowing his name, or her name, and that is Elf, or Elve--for when she was dressed as a man in public.
