02-01-2024, 08:52 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-02-2024, 02:05 PM by White Timber. Edited 1 time in total.)
Things were still unbelievable to the fallen king. He still couldn’t wrap his head around the reality that he was where he was. Emotions were high, running through the beast in rivers. Blasting waves at him like tsunamis. Flooding him from the inside out. But what usually came of it was just anger.
Evident by the sneer on a finely chiseled, marred face as he sat by the frigid waters, choosing a large enough rock to perch upon. The wind was bitter, the night was young. His exhales blew out in visible plumes of carbon, his one working eye glaring down at his rather regal reflection.
A warrior king. Now alone, now dismantled. Everything he had worked for, everything he had fought for, was gone in one instant. It made it all seem so useless, so worthless. Deep down White Timber knew it wasn’t, but it was still that overwhelming emotion of - he’s lost it all.
And it pissed him off.
A low growl bubbled deep within a broad chest and rumbled audibly in the otherwise silent passing twilight hour.
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