The candle in the wind [ private
Mar 3, 2015 15:26:17 GMT -5
Post by »River on Mar 3, 2015 15:26:17 GMT -5
"There is one fairly good reason for fighting - and that is, if the other man starts it. You see, wars are a great wickedness, perhaps the greatest wickedness of a wicked species. They are so wicked that they must not be allowed. When you can be perfectly certain that the other man started them, then is the time when you might have a sort of duty to stop them."- T. H. White
There was something about holing up in a filthy warehouse with only the company of a foolish young girl that made you want to go crazy and scream at something. Since when had kidnapping become so... plain? Balthazar wanted to do something more, something that was going to have more widespread knowledge. Kidnapping things was so basic. It was a crime that you had to hide if you wanted it to continue, and suddenly there was a part of Balthazar that no longer wanted that kind of secrecy.
It was a side of Balthazar that he had not seen before, and one that could likely be traced back to brief memories of his father Xerxes, the Rottweiler who had great plans for what was going to come of Cascaro.
The father who had great plans that could not, in the end, be met.
Balthazar's roundabout way to the throne was going to be somewhat different than his father's ascension, although it did involve quite a deal of bloodiness along the way. He was going to rule as the puppeteer, the Machiavelli of his type. Everyone would know his name and think of it with fear, although never would he have a pack of his own.
A king, however, must have a throne, and so Balthazar took to the heights of the junkyard, scraping his paw along the way so that it left but a small trickle of blood to fall down to the wet earth below. Once ascended to the height of the yard, Balthazar sat on the precarious perch and looked down, his dark eyes scouring the earth.
Balthazar knew that a man would die here tonight, and that more blood would be spilled than the trickle from his paw. The one thing he did not know was the identity of the victim.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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