 KADIRI Dear Homeland
The descending sun rays cut sharply through Kadiri’s vision. His snarl curves into a fully disturbed expression of insanity: there was so little time. Every footfall seemed to worsen the fallen prince’s mood - he didn’t care about the noise he was making, not yet anyways, and so the tall canid thrashed his way forward, his features holding on to their mask of hate. Why the sun had to beat down on his golden coat, Kadiri didn’t know. Maybe it was rejoicing at his abominable anguish - sounded about right, it wasn’t like he’d ever had anything his way. See, after travelling for HUNDREDS of miles, running his elegant appearance into the friggin’ ground until it was so far gone to be cared about, Kad was left here. In this shit hole of a realm.
Oh, he was so far gone. Only a few crumbling traces of his royalty remained intact. The absolute, absurd handsomeness couldn’t really be touched - in fact, the ruffled nature of his fur could only enhance it. But he was a long way from what he used to be - the poise and elegance that had been hereditary had, against all odds, vanished to be replaced by a vindictive, animalistic purge. The wind gusting from behind seemed to frame the absolute, shear and unpruned power that radiated off of the blonde timber wolf. Socially unacceptable, completely uncivilised - but Kadiri just didn’t care, this right here, this was a sweet release.
Bring us an heir…. The words shivered in the twilight breeze, for the sun had finally dipped below its horizon. Bring us a girl. A ragged snarl ripped from his maw, near by a group of gossiping femmes casted reproachful looks in his direction… before they turned to desire and interest. And you shall have what it is you want. NO. He didn’t want it… he NEEDED it - everything, they’d taken every damn thing… his namesake, his throne. And god forbade it but they even de-seated the king. Images of the brutally primal take over snapped themselves through Kadiri’s synapses. The guts and blood didn’t bother him now - now he was as much an animal as the raiders themselves. Everything was blurred, the shady forest was just a murky backdrop… fitting in fact. And those ladies he’d surged past earlier… well they were no longer of any interest, nor did the golden demon take pleasure from the way their uninspired gazers just couldn’t tear away from the “dark devil of a prince”. It was all becoming one long and frustrated day… though it had actually been many, he couldn’t remember when the last time he’d ate was, nor drank for that matter - the heavy heat that engulfed his form as if he were on fire didn’t dissipate as the night crept onwards.
But the stakes were clear. That was the very beautiful thing about orders. Kadiri was a prince… but now he realized it was in fact much, much easier to be a soldier.
Bring us a princess for our needs… and you shall have your kingdom back. All to yourself, dog.
Sometimes, in his flickering waves of calm - fewer and further between - he saw how ridiculously stupid the raiders were. See… he couldn’t very well take a lady from his kingdom as they were all fucking dead. If the bastards had thought to plan ahead they could have saved one of their fancy and this whole ordeal would have been neatly avoided. Vaguely, the seething dragon remembered shouting something of the nature: “just making things difficult then!”, to which he received a snarky response, then preceded to have something of a fit. After that… much had changed. Keeping his thoughts eloquent and sensical had been like trying to hold water between paws… keeping his lyrics that way… like catching smoke. Little by little it had all slipped away to be replaced by a formidable shadow of some great monster that Kadiri wasn’t familiar with… although he couldn’t deny there was a degree of comfort here.
The alien streak of light, in the heart of darkness, sent Kadiri’s head up, eyes blinking like a drunk. It was a white light, not of the sun… colder, coming of the lake. Beneath that moon, not quite full but on its way there, a huddled form lay motionless. Only for Kad would anything ever be this easy, contrary to what the righteous prince might have plained, he usually got what he wanted and had undergone very little real hardship. And here, once again, the cream toned grey wolf found himself facing something he needed very much. There wasn’t one faltered step as the newly proclaimed gangster trotted out to meet his goal. The girls perfume wafted up to him from her position down shore - she was young, most probably not quite in adulthood (perfect, they can condition her still) and from what he could tell… pretty.
It was brutal, terrible. He didn’t bother to wake her, nor did he glance at her face. Lunging forward without any warning, Kadiri’s jaws shot forward, expertly aiming to deliver one blow to her skull in order to stun, then Kad dove to wrap his jaws around the scruff of her neck. He was large, well muscled, she was petite. He would drag her all the way if it was needed.
Kadiri || Prince || Young Adult || Hearthrob || Soare
Table by Mimi |
