Minus said:
Did i hear mention of more?
awww Minus, you wonderful person you... GAH (hugs into oblivion ^_^)
well if you ask
this is Sleet, again...
and this one...... i wasn't really going to post this anywhere, and it's just a crappy sketch, but.... here it is. there's a tiny bit of story that goes with it...
A choice.
To be consumed by whining and self - pity and die by sword or dagger in the back, or to give in and take my rightful place upon the blood-washed throne which my ancestors graced with offerings of souls barbaric and Althurien, for centuries uncounted?
Which might lead to a greater freedom, leave or stay?
To leave and walk this world means to be hunted, as rightful prey for bounty-hunters, for the heartstrings of a prince will fetch a hefty sum.
To stay, and live encaged by thorns of heritage and duty, to be a tool of war in one endless war after another, dispatching billowing sails of death upon nations i have never seen or heard of, to feed Althurie's insatiable thirst for gold?
Like a bound beast my heart threw itself time and time again against the prison of my ribcage, in futile rage. Oh, how I wished i was born free.
In time, i chose a third path, one i did not at the time expect to find. I left, but not to run from hunters. In my quest for freedom, I become one. The Walkers do not care for one's heritage if it is the Rift's decision that you can stay. They brought me to the Choosing ground, asking only if i am sure. I nodded, yes.
Amongst bleached bones of those unwanted or deemed unworthy by an unknown code, I kneeled, and I was spared.
Thus, in silence, I was granted one more chance at life.
(prince Steeluren).
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