Yes Sir~Open~

[mazzira]

Valek

Anything for my King

The volcanic soil beneath my paws was fertile and rich with life, making Altera one of the best lands in the Black Alliance. Of course, that was only around the base of the long dormant volcano. Once you started to climb higher everything was barren, giving no hiding place. That was good for me, making my job of protecting the greatest king Asar and his chosen Queen easier. Not that my King needed protecting, because I knew as well as any other in the Black Alliance that he was a master of battle but it was my formal role. The ironic thing about it was that my position in Palmyra was almost identical to my position where I used to live. Just like my former position I was in charge of protecting the ruler, and just like my former role I was his adviser. The only different thing was that my skills in murder weren't likely to be used, but I couldn't be sure, so I kept them honed.

I checked the fertile land once more, assuring myself that there was no one hiding out, before ascending the slope to where I was sure the King would be with his newly crowned queen. The reason I did so was because I needed to talk to my King and Queen about the army I was leading. I needed to know the numbers, special skills and elites so I could start training the troops. Then I would need to gather the troops and find those who would make good spies so I could start an intelligence network. Well, if King Asar would allow it.

I climbed into the barren sides of the dormant volcano, my black paws taking me steadily higher. On my chest, the red C that broke my perfectly black coat glowed as I blocked someone's powers. That was an abnormality of mine. I was unaffected by powers that were offensive of defensive against me, but if they were things such as sensitive hearing or super speed I couldn't block them. The problem was that I wasn't quite sure how to extend my shield over others, although if I touched them then it extended over who I touched. It was a good ability, but a limited one.

Before I reached the ledge that the greatest insane king normally watched from I stopped and watched for a second. I couldn't really see if he was up there, so I ascended a little farther and stopped, my knife sharp claws digging into the slope. Then I threw my head up and let my howl echo around the volcano. Asar would hear me, wherever he was, and understand that I needed to discuss something with him. I howled for a few moments longer, so that my call could be heard from every place of the ruling land, before closing my throat and allowing silence to reign once more.

I lay down, settling my head in my paws, but keeping alert. My sapphire eyes stayed open, my black ears flicking to ear everything. Unwelcome visitors wouldn't surprise me while I awaited my greatest King. I knew what would happen if he found my unobservant, and it would be I that ended worse unless I called upon my lesser known power, which I didn't particularly want to use, especially on my King, but if he pushed me to it I would. I sighed as I realised my life now was no different from my life in past. As always I was a killer, a murderer and, just like always, I was bound to my ruler in an unbreakable way. Wasn't my life just great? For some it would be.

Word Count: 614
Muse: Eh, not awful.
Playlist: On My Own, Three Days Grace
Notes: Anyone who wants to reply go ahead, but I would like Asar to reply sometime soon.

[A S A R]

TO THE SOLDIER, THE CIVILLIAN!

The morning was still and peaceful.

Asar felt like he had to disturb that. Peace and still were two of his worst personality traits, unable to keep either of them for a very long time. Stretching and looking around his herd he noticed that most of the horses and wolves had already started their morning routine, the wolves were out hunting no doubt and the horses off grazing on the back side of the volcano’s slopes where the grass was truly the greenest. It irritated the King that everyone had risen before him.

Stifling a yawn he purposely trod on a still slumbering equine on his way out.

The horse screamed and stood up with a jolt only to crumble to the ground as one of his legs gave way beneath him. The ashen King snarled at the weakling and spat in his direction,
When the King rises so do you, not before and not after. I hope the wolves eat you for lunch.
The stallion did not dare back talk to his king, he knew if he did he had no chance of survival, but Asar could see the hate bubbling up in the stallion’s brown eyes. Perhaps the idiot would learn from this experience and get up when the king got up next time… if there was a next time.

Satisfied with the pain he had already caused for the day he headed towards his (yes his) volcano.

Though he knew that he had guards watching the Bridge all night long, it never comforted Asar until he had seen the peaceful bridge for himself. Often times if he let time get away from him, the King was known to sleep on his ledge, but most of the time he remembered to descend and put a guard on duty. However, Asar never slept well to begin with, paranoia was rampant in his mind, convinced that everyone was out for his throne and the King would stop at nothing to extinguish all threats to the crown.

An elongated howl from the side of his volcano set the king up in alarm.

Picking up a canter he headed towards his beloved volcano, fear of a raid setting in his cold black heart, as he clambered up the side of the ashen mountain he quickly found that it was no intruder out to attack him, but his general wishing for an audience with the King. Pinning his ears he slowed to a quick paced walk, a snarl apparent on his black face,
Generally I do not come running to one’s beck and call, what do you want Valek?

OOC: ohmai, someone’s crankyyyy

[mazzira]

Valek

Anything for my King

Hoofbeats came up behind me, so I turned to see my King approaching. His ears were back and he was obviously displeased. I got to my paws and lowered my head submissively to him, showing him that I wasn't going to argue. He spoke in a annoyed tone, and his words said exactly what I had seen on his face. I looked up at him, my sapphire blue eyes unreadable and answered his question.

"I would like to know the numbers I command and perhaps meet a few. Also, I ask for my greatest King's permission to start an intelligence network," I told him, my words carefully choosen for want not to anger him. Everyone knew what happened when King Asar was angered, and know wanted to be who angered him. I knew what would happen very well, as I normally carried out the punishments, unless he wanted to punish them himself, which was always quite a show.

I watched King Asar with no emotion on my face. I was like a statue, so perfectly still and completely unemotional. I was like that most of time, except when my temper burned out, which happen quite often, but that was one of my many flaws. Not that I cared. I had no females to impress, no children to be a role model. I was just the General of the formible Black Army, and an unemotional ruthless killer was perfect for that job. I didn't care about punishing members of the Alliance and I enjoyed killing those stupid White's. So what did it matter that I was extremely flawed in my personality? Nothing else about me was flawed. Not my body, or my mind.

I snapped out of my thoughts so I could listen to my King's answer. From what I had observed so far today he was feeling grumpy, which my job much harder. Not that it was easy normally. Guarding an insane king who would kill you if you made one wrong move was hard enough on a normal day, but when he was also grumpy and most obviously annoyed at you it was almost impossible. Maybe I should assign one of the frontline boys to guard him today, mainly because they needed the practice in dealing with him and also because I suspected Asar's temper would be rather short today. I sighed silently to myself. It never ended.

Word Count: 399
Muse: Terrible!! And lost
Playlist: Still Waiting, Sum 41
Notes: Sorry about the awful post. It's early ad I had about 3 hours sleep last night.

[A S A R]

TO THE SOLDIER, THE CIVILLIAN!

The Black King was in an exceptionally rotten mood. There was no way to explain or predict when such attitudes set in, but it was always wise to stay out of the way when it got like this. A sour frown sat perched upon his black lips as he glared down at his General. The wolf merely stared right back at his King, a brave fellow indeed.

It took a lot of guts to stand up to his insanity.

He physically cringed as the wolf asked him a question. Did he not know it was far too early for royalty to be answering petty questions as such? Sighing heavily he itched his eye on a leg and then looked back at Valek. Beaming down at his general in a mostly approving fashion, he couldn’t help but pat himself on the back mentally at his choice in general, the male wolf was picture perfect for the role.
Due to recent battles, our numbers have dropped drastically, however you are free to go out and recruit or enslave others into your army, but I do not want any ex-Whites in my army, should that happen, the punishment will not be pleasant for you or the traitor.

He looked out over the edge of his volcano, eyes scanning the Bridge.

Is this not the perfect place to be? I can see the entire South from here, no one can ambush us, we are an unstoppable nation, one day Valek, we will take back the Whites that split from our great alliance, one day we will be stronger than ever before, and I expect you to precisely guide my army to victory.

OOC| oh my fucking god…muse is so low Dx

[mazzira]

Valek

Anything for my King

I watched King Asar look at me approvingly and answer my question. Hmm, the numbers were down. That would need fixing. I nodded at his order not to recruit ex-whites into the army. I would never do that anyway. A army built on traitors was a weak one, while a army built on loyal wolves and horses was stronger than any other. Plus, Whites, even ones that abandoned their alliance, were repulsive peace lovers. They had no place in our Alliance, and I would make sure that not a single one made it near Altera.

The King looked out over the Bridge, his eyes scanning for danger. I followed his gaze and did my own surveliance. Everything seemed fine. No attacks, no wanderers, no intruders. It was perfect. He spoke about how perfect our position was, and couldn't but agree. There was no chance of ambush here and attacking the volcano was a suicide mission. I nodded, agreeing with his words and his expectations. I would lead the army with perfect precision to destroy the Whites, because it was what my King wished.

When the traiterous Whites returned to our great Alliance I would make sure they were punished for what they did. Whether they be poisoned, beaten, mutilated or murdered, each one would realise that fighting the Black Alliance was the worst thing they ever did. And once they were punished I'd let Asar decide what to do with. As for the imposter they called a King, he would find out exactly what it was like to have his entire Alliance betray him.

"Yes sire."

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Notes: Urgh, muse gone.