08-21-2009, 11:35 PM
"I declare this challenge. For the benefit of the under realm a strong
companion will be needed. Therefore whoever succeeds in defeating and capturing his highness
Prince Cerberus, will be announced as co-ruler upon sealing. Of course, both must
be in good health to rule, or they shall be nullified. All wishing to participate
must first pass the princes two elite body guards before challenging and thus having the opportunity
of bringing the prince back here in custody. Participants may begin, 6 passing’s from now
when the over light is at its peak. Anyone attempting to break or disobey these rules will
of course die in the king’s torture chamber. An official posting is being placed at the palaces
doors. This declared, Let the feast begin!" The official announcer clapped and bowed low.
A man nodded to him giving him permission to be dismissed. He was tall with long black hair that
fell straight like black silk. Upon his brow a large golden crown twisted itself around his head
inter spaced with large blood red rubies. His eyes were a dark red and they glazed over everything
greedily. He sat nimbly upon a vast dark stone thrown, layered with silken cushions.
The room was abuzz as people began to converse over the shocking news.
"A joint heir? Open to all? One would expect a match suited for the under realms son,
or perhaps a marriage alliance. This news of a contest practically threw itself from ear to ear.
No doubt the whole under realm would know of it before the night was out.
One figure however didn’t look pleased
a young man stood hidden in the shadow of a tall pillar. Two other figures hung beside him.
He shook with anger and shock at the news that came to pass. A scroll lay crouched in his hands
as he glared in the direction of the thrown. The king seemed to sense his gaze and looked over.
He gave a mocking smile in his direction before ignoring him completely.
So his own father would make him into some public champion contest for the thrown. He had
known that his father didn't trust him to be competent enough, but this, this outrageous plan.
It was absurd. That he would let himself be caught like a prize phoenix to the glory of the catcher.
He threw the paper to the ground and turned from the room.
He stormed down the hallway, not caring about visual dignity. His two shadows followed him, alert and more attentive now that such a challenge had been raised. He walked graciously, as he had been taught. His Red eyes fumed with intense anger. His black hair thrown back by the speed of his passing, the red tips like burning ember from a dying blaze. His hands were clenched and the white skin turned red from the fierce pressure of his clutched fist. His clothes matched his hair, black in main, but with red and orange trim and accents. He wore a smaller circlet crown upon his head. Smaller brighter rubies were set into the band. He didn't scream in outrage like he wanted to, for no sound ever escaped his lips.
Not even at birth was he able to cry. Such mute disablement had caused mistrust from the king upon his own son.
So he couldn't speak. It didn't mean his other senses and intelligence were hindered. But try as he might, there was no convincing his father. He was as much an idiot now, as ever, but he wasn't giving into his fathers witless schemes.
He would have to make quick plans. For the kingdom would be on high alert for his presence. The only place that wouldn't be would be the human’s domain, upon the surface. The prince paused in his steps. In fact, that would be ideal. It was not the easiest place to get to. For traps and creatures stood guard on the path to and from the human world. But it may be the only place left for him at the moment. He would have to act quickly.
"Hurry," he said to his guards.” We’ll need all the head start we can get. For it seems a hunt is on. And I prefer to start
away from the hunting grounds...." ((His mind speech will be in italics))
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