originally posted in:The New Dojo
[b][u]For The King[/u][/b]
[b][u]Chapter Two - The Wrath of the Lion[/u][/b]
[spoiler]Closed.[/spoiler]
[i]Bells. Ringing, over and over and over.[/i]
[i]It made Armillion's head throb. It made him tighten his fist, his old, rugged fingernails digging into grisly, strong palms. It made his face tie back into an angered scowl, like a lion baring his fangs in the face of a rival to his throne.[/i]
[i]Only, this rival had took his son.[/i]
[i]The Golden King left his mighty keep with the haste of a brewing storm, as his four - no, now rendered to three - golden knights would accompany his side. His cape fluttered in the brewing winds as he walked, down those high stairs and down to the city, where the common man and woman had begun to wait in their panic.[/i]
[i]Their king stood upon a podium, resting his large fists upon it's marbled surface as the crowds of gossip fell silent. Though that King would not wait for such silence. No, he would release his rage, here and there.[/i]
"-My youngest son. Taken from his home, and captured by this hidden enemy, enclosed within the maws of evil.
My knightess, Camella. Taken from her duty and rendered to a hospital bed, poison swelling her heart and holding back her justice.
My youngest daughter. My eldest son. The men and women of Trayve. Your fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, sons, and daughters - slain or taken by this Tribune!
Yet, even in darkness, [i]we shall not falter[/i]. We shall grab this evil Tribune by the throat and strangle it, and for every death that they have caused, we will return it sevenfold! For every murder they have committed, we will unleash justice with more fury than they could imagine!
Today is a day of [i]lions[/i], not sheep! Today is a day of [i]reckoning[/i]! Today is the day that we will show these filth what [i]war truly is[/i]!"
[i]Such fury was an unrelenting, terrifying thing.[/i]
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[spoiler]For Pants.[/spoiler]
[i]Cain and Lilly soon found themselves upon a carriage, amongst a massive caravan of soldiers, with mighty ships following in the rivers beside them. They would have to travel continents, in order to reach their destination. Sparking conversation and understanding the situation at hand. Additionally, gathering info on the land would be beneficial.[/i]
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[spoiler]For Splash.[/spoiler]
[i]David had an invitation.[/i]
[i]Armillion had requested to meet the Titan again, only this time with Camella amongst them. He had quite literally asked the Titan to meet his partner, to investigate what had happened in the first place.[/i]
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[i]Camella had changes, only a little, with her being injured in the combative experience that the two had come across. She wore a white gown over her being, a cast slung over her previously poisoned arm.[/i] "Hey.. can I, well, come in?"
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David nodded, "Of course!"
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"Ah," [i]She murmured in a slight pain.[/i] "Thank you. Here.." [i]Camella would then sit down upon the end of the bed, sighing as she groaned.[/i] "Curse this cast. Curse those captors.. oh, if someone was with Julian, this would't have ever happened.."
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"I know. Things are pretty rough, right now. Thanks to a shapeshifting Hunter, Armillion knows where Oliver is," David muttered.
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"Oh no.. oh, dear. Fabio, right? What did Armillion do? Is he rotting in a cell for treason, then?" [i]Camella didn't know.[/i]
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"Fabio is dead, Armillion killed him," David replied, "But. I'm still worried."
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"He.. oh, dear. ...He crushed his skull and twisted his neck, didn't he? Ramien mentioned that he did to an invader of the council.. Ramien being the captain of the Lionknights. Our leader." [i]Camella explained.[/i] "Armillion is a man of war, though. His eye would not turn to the bаstard, yet."
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"Yes. He did. It was rather cruel. Fabio deserved it. That dirty mac bréige," David muttered. "Okay. He really needs to stop swearing in Irish. I think Hyaenis is picking up on some of it. He called Fabio [i]son of a whòre[/i], by the way," Amethyst noted. David stood up, pacing, "Clúdaigh an fúck suas, tú bastard corcra." "You shut up, you Irish bıtch," she yelled. "Fùck amach." Amethyst floated and whispered into Camella's ear. "He has his mother's temper," she whispered.
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"Hyaenis is very educated.." [i]Camella complimented, before she would then whisper to the Ghost.[/i] "It's okay, truly.. ...could he teach me some? I mean, Irish."
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"Yeah, I could," David replied, "But now is not the time." His dark brown hair wasn't as neatly combed as it used to. His blue eyes had clouded over to a pale grey. The Titan was worried. Maybe Armillion knew. Maybe he was going to send someone to investigate. David heaved a sigh. "I hope he doesn't--" he muttered.
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[i]Camella approached David then, placing a hand on his shoulder.[/i] "Calm yourself, sir. It'll be alright. As I said.. Armillion would focus more on the war than them. Even then, I doubt that the scouts would even locate the two."
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"Right...." he sighed. Still, he worried. No message from Lunar, yet. Did they make it to their hiding place, safely? He wondered.
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"...That is good to see, you know. That you care. They're family, but.. well, some people in Trayve just don't care for each other." [i]Camella sighed, patting David on the shoulder.[/i] "I'll advise against sending troops. He asks for my input too, you know."
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David nodded, understanding, "I hope they're doing okay. Maybe I'll visit them when I am able."
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"Certainly. But for now.." [i]Camella sighed, shaking her head a little.[/i] "Listen, you wouldn't mind if I stayed by, would you? Me being a cripple, and all. I'll sleep in a chair, if you want."
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"No... you should sleep in the bed. You're injured, you need comfort," David told Camella. "I'll sleep in a chair," he told her, "Camella, you need rest more than I do." Such a gentleman. A fine young man. He seemed to fine with sleeping in a chair.
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"You're so stubborn.." [i]Camella mentioned, lying upon the bed then.[/i] "So stubborn but caring, too. I hope.. I hope to see you lead a good cause. I know, you don't want to. No good man does, but.. but truly good men do things that inspire generations of prosperity."
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David sighed, "I don't know. I don't know how to help these people at this time. I want to help them. I don't know how."
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"You should be getting more sleep at this rate. You sound exhausted.." [i]Camella then mentioned, her left eyebrow slightly raised.[/i]
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"Right... today's been exhausting... mostly mentally," David shrugged. He sat down at the foot of the bed.
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"Shhh. You'll be alright." [i]Camella would say, looking up at David as she laid down.[/i] "Do you need a pillow, sir?"
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"Please... don't call me sir," David muttered, "I'm... going to try not to think of my siblings..."
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"It's just a.. courtesy. Sorry." [i]Camella murmured then.[/i] "I just.. respect you more, that's all."
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"I do not want such praise," David replied. He closed his eyes, bowing his head. His dark brown hair was slightly messier than when it when its was neatly combed. Strays drooped down. The man was silent, for a few minutes. When spoke again, it was a rather, unusual statement, "I have 12 siblings."
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 2/4/2018 12:44:53 AM"...I would never know that feeling. I have only one, a younger sibling.. last I heard, she was whоring her life away." [i]Camella sighed, shaking her head.[/i] "I haven't told my elderly father of her actions. No matter, it is my issue and mine alone."