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Posted on July 8, 2015 at 09:01:05 PM by c o v e t
It should be known now that Covet held strength and determination under compact muscle and flesh, even if he was more comfortable laying in wait in the craigs' shadows. He had taken down the angel empire from Diveen's throne, and hoped that it would go as planned. That the conditionate rule would be as he intended it to be. To make it fair and cast aside the angel nonsense. Ambrosia could do that in her own way, and Covet wanted to see if one of the blood was able to change things. To see if perhaps her own blood would leave her be to do it, or if the angels would rise up against their own if only to keep to their ideals and all the things Covet had wanted to tear down. It would happen; Covet would work endlessly to see it so. Another reason to give up the crown; to watch what happened and be able to strike if something were to happen in another packland.
He was above the need for a crown, his ideas for something better rose above any selfishness that the power of it might have been able to give him. The title, being known for such things. Covet did not need it, for he already knew who and what he was, the fact that he had never been the type to rule. He was the type to change things, yes. To make a difference, but he had already started to do that and would continue as he was. Plus, in this way he could also help his own blood gain power and a crown, which was just as good if not better in his eyes. It would be nice to see them all on a throne if they were worthy of it. Dieloch was thus far the only child to come forward with interest in ruling, but he was also the second child that Covet had actually met out of four. He did not even yet know the name of Dieloch's sister, and that he would have to soon ask of. So when his second son finally showed up, Covet allowed a smile for the boy (adult or not, Covet would probably often think this way). He hoped that Dieloch understood what he had done and why, but he had meant his other offer. That he would help Dieloch gain a crown if once they got to know each other a little, that it was fitting to do so. His ears twitched at the first words spoken, but it was obvious in what Dieloch had meant. "I was angry about it for a long time. I guess I still am, but perhaps she was afraid." This was all he could muster on the subject, but he was glad to know that Dieloch would have liked to know him anyway. "I never did get your names. All she told me was that she had a boy and a girl, that she was keeping them away from me, and then she'd lost the boy somewhere..." It was a day that was difficult to think about; he'd been so furious with Fathom to learn these things. |
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- murder is my game - By dieloch July 20, 2015 at 06:12:39 PM
at night i feel like a vampire - By c o v e t July 21, 2015 at 04:05:18 AM
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