06-26-2018, 10:15 AM
WHO IS IN CONTROL?
CAIN PENDRAGON — Let it be known that Cain Pendragon liked to make an entrance. For all of his subtleties and the ease with which one might underestimate him in the face of his casual demeanor, when he switched gears and became the Harbinger of Chaos he do so completely. It was all fairly dramatic at times, which is why the Commander swept through the lower streets of Griffingate with a long, confident stride. Shadows frothed at his feet, swirling and snaking across the ground ahead of him, and there was a steady hum of raw energy in the air as he made his way through the people, struck out a path towards the Hall. It wasn't long that people started to taking notice — particularly when behind him, the Blackfallen followed, drifting through the crowds with purpose.
Electricity crackled through the air as he climbed the steps to the great Meeting Hall, and he turned to consider the city briefly. With a shark-like grin, Cain called evenly as his people settled along the outskirts of the group that had started to turn and follow him in alarm, "Good morning, Griffingate. Not to alarm anyone, but, well... consider this our victory. We have your Sovereign." That grin went a little sharper, and his blood sang as the chaotic energy in the crowd rose. Cain reminded himself that they weren't all the enemy here, and continued evenly, "I think we can all be friends, though. We wouldn't leave you to flounder without a head, like your Freddie boy did to us — twice. We're staying until further notice, to fix the problems Freddie let flourish in your city."
Starvation. Children on the streets, relying on the remnants of the Market to survive, stealing food when the hunger got unbearable. Open discrimination against the mutants, forcing their own citizens into hiding. Letting the lower classes suffer in silence, too afraid to speak up. They may be a far cry from Kalopsia, what with so many of those at the lower end having left with the Blackfallen, but Cain knew that the darkness still lay at the heart of Griffingate's monarchy. And he wasn't going any where until he saw the streets he grew up changed.
A beat, and his smile was suddenly more genuine — lopsided, ease, charismatic. The hard edge had vanished. "Any questions?"
[size=12px][b]DREAMWALKER — HARBINGER OF CHAOS — SILVERTONGUEElectricity crackled through the air as he climbed the steps to the great Meeting Hall, and he turned to consider the city briefly. With a shark-like grin, Cain called evenly as his people settled along the outskirts of the group that had started to turn and follow him in alarm, "Good morning, Griffingate. Not to alarm anyone, but, well... consider this our victory. We have your Sovereign." That grin went a little sharper, and his blood sang as the chaotic energy in the crowd rose. Cain reminded himself that they weren't all the enemy here, and continued evenly, "I think we can all be friends, though. We wouldn't leave you to flounder without a head, like your Freddie boy did to us — twice. We're staying until further notice, to fix the problems Freddie let flourish in your city."
Starvation. Children on the streets, relying on the remnants of the Market to survive, stealing food when the hunger got unbearable. Open discrimination against the mutants, forcing their own citizens into hiding. Letting the lower classes suffer in silence, too afraid to speak up. They may be a far cry from Kalopsia, what with so many of those at the lower end having left with the Blackfallen, but Cain knew that the darkness still lay at the heart of Griffingate's monarchy. And he wasn't going any where until he saw the streets he grew up changed.
A beat, and his smile was suddenly more genuine — lopsided, ease, charismatic. The hard edge had vanished. "Any questions?"
© MADI
CAINSMARK PENDRAGON IS THE FORMER LEADER LIVING OUT RETIREMENT WITH HIS WIFE AND HUSBAND IN THE ROSEBLOODS UNDER THE NAME MORTEM. HE IS THE HARBINGER OF CHAOS, ENTHRALLED BY VENUS, AND KING OF THE DREAM REALM. HE MERGED SOULS WITH HOSPITALFLOWERS AND IS THE MASTER OF MALKYN. BIO.
[b]DO YOU FEEL LIKE A YOUNG GOD? [sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup]
[b]DO YOU FEEL LIKE A YOUNG GOD? [sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup]