03-13-2025, 12:54 PM
Large bat-like wings were situated against his shoulder blades, flexing with each movement of his massive arms. In a fluid motion, the clashing of iron against iron held a promise of death. With each passing moment, the shadowed prince was encountered by another. They had him surrounded, pinning him in a corner like a caged animal. The man had become enraged. Hues of deep green held onto the traitors who dared swing their swords at him. Adrenaline seeped into his veins, his muscles throbbing with how many times he would swing his weapon repeatedly.
Sweat dripped down his face, causing his dark brown hair to stick to his forehead. A deadly smirk rose to his lips as their dance continued. Several men had fallen to their deaths, leaving Kallias and another… a man who compelled a frown to settle on his face. Facing a man whose hair was as bright as the golden sun - his eyes showed a paled blue… the complete opposite but they shared the same womb at one point. His wings were of eagle-like feathers, outstretched and ready for an attack. It was as tabu as every fairy tale, the golden boy and the black sheep.
This time there would be no happy ever after for one of them… A spiel from the man before him. Saying they did not have to continue their fight, no more bloodshed needed… Yet, he was someone who had destroyed everything he had cared for. Everything Kallias had built; vanished. He couldn’t stand for the black sheep to be happy, to do better than the man who was supposed to be better. The simmering jealousy of his brother’s accomplishment had turned him into a villain who was painted as a hero. He spread lies about and fears about his realm. The people demanded destruction; they didn’t know that even the sun cast shadows too.
Swords swung to kill, fatigue settled at the amount of damage the ones before had caused. Though they did not exceed in killing him, he had met his match in strength with his brother. Kallias felt a jab against his side, the smell of poison lingering in his nose. His veins turning back, his fingers paralyzing at the helm of his sword, unable to move. Leathered wings no longer managing to keep him afloat…
Kallias would fall…
Further…
Further…
He gasped, awakening in a world that was not his own… A dreamlike scene fell before him. Looking in various directions as he tried to catch his baring. Though his body was in Canis, he was still fast asleep, escaping into Mapenzi.
Confusion flashing, pushing himself up on all… fours? The ache of his side reminded him of what had happened before. He knew he had died; he had died and come back as a beast. A chuckle drew from his lips, it seemed as though his brother could not get rid of him that easily. He shook out his fur, moving to see the scars that settled against his shoulder blades… a reminder of where his wings had once been.
No use in crying over what type of body he was given, it was time to explore this dream world.
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