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THE WAVES WILL BREAK! -- hellhound. regent.
there were times that he wished he could hide away from the public eye.
he didn't always want to be the leader, the infallible decision-maker, the one who took the fall for any choices gone wrong. he didn't want to be responsible all the time, he'd had enough of that leading hell in his husband's place when he shattered the first time. he'd had enough of being the boss, leading the family. he'd stepped down, letting one of his children take rank as the new family head of their bloodline, retiring as their founder. he thought retirement would be easier and more relaxing, until he'd come into leadership of the frostguard and had to deal with the worries of the populace.
he'd made many an enemy in his time, and recently, his guard had lowered after so many years of life without any attempts made to disrupt the relative peace of his life. until recently. until goddamn recently. now, he was stuck in his rooms, sweating and ill as hell, wondering just what he'd done to deserve this cruelty. he was sick as a dog, kept to the relative confines of his bed, the superior's hall occassionally filled with the sound of his young children coming to check on him. he hid the pain from them, but today, that was not something he could do, he was barely keeping a grip on his stomach and his body ached. everything hurt in ways that it shouldn't, and he knew that he had only eaten foods as of late, but he was the only one to fall ill. choking on his own breath, he gagged, laid out on the cool floor in an attempt to combat the fever that wasn't breaking, that was only swallowing him deeper.
his head would turn as he heard sound outside of his door, the regent groaning as he called out, "come in", before he was cut off by the vileness of his stomach, leaving him retching and scrambling to his paws to flee for privacy only for the taste of blood to overwhelm everything else. shit. this really wasn't good, and they didn't have a trained prophet to take a look at him. it would take everything he had to survive this, devouring all sorts of herbs to try and quell this disgusting sickness. he knew he was poisoned, and he knew it was going to take him ages to recover.
// retro to his disappearance/my lack of posting from march to now. assume he was sick until the meeting for june //
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he didn't always want to be the leader, the infallible decision-maker, the one who took the fall for any choices gone wrong. he didn't want to be responsible all the time, he'd had enough of that leading hell in his husband's place when he shattered the first time. he'd had enough of being the boss, leading the family. he'd stepped down, letting one of his children take rank as the new family head of their bloodline, retiring as their founder. he thought retirement would be easier and more relaxing, until he'd come into leadership of the frostguard and had to deal with the worries of the populace.
he'd made many an enemy in his time, and recently, his guard had lowered after so many years of life without any attempts made to disrupt the relative peace of his life. until recently. until goddamn recently. now, he was stuck in his rooms, sweating and ill as hell, wondering just what he'd done to deserve this cruelty. he was sick as a dog, kept to the relative confines of his bed, the superior's hall occassionally filled with the sound of his young children coming to check on him. he hid the pain from them, but today, that was not something he could do, he was barely keeping a grip on his stomach and his body ached. everything hurt in ways that it shouldn't, and he knew that he had only eaten foods as of late, but he was the only one to fall ill. choking on his own breath, he gagged, laid out on the cool floor in an attempt to combat the fever that wasn't breaking, that was only swallowing him deeper.
his head would turn as he heard sound outside of his door, the regent groaning as he called out, "come in", before he was cut off by the vileness of his stomach, leaving him retching and scrambling to his paws to flee for privacy only for the taste of blood to overwhelm everything else. shit. this really wasn't good, and they didn't have a trained prophet to take a look at him. it would take everything he had to survive this, devouring all sorts of herbs to try and quell this disgusting sickness. he knew he was poisoned, and he knew it was going to take him ages to recover.
// retro to his disappearance/my lack of posting from march to now. assume he was sick until the meeting for june //
[align=center]"speech" .. 'thoughts' .. attack
attack in #606A83. -- EVERY CHAIN ON ME !
[member=11].[/member]teef + help from [member=11].[/member]psy
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[font=times new roman]♜ [A QUEEN OF HELL] ♜ [HELLHOUND] ♜
PENNED BY TEEF
♜ [REGENT OF THE FROSTGUARD] ♜
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♜ [REGENT OF THE FROSTGUARD] ♜
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