04-07-2023, 07:57 PM
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ROMULUS MALUS - KINGPIN - COTC
Gone.
Romulus' periwinkle eyes widened and started to shake. The leader's legs started to wobble, only to collapse underneath him moments later. His head staggered downwards into his chest, hair falling into his vision and hiding his chiseled features from the rest. The only thing that publicly came from him was an exhausted, deep wheeze from him. It was almost guttural, sounding out in anguish for the rest to witness. Defeated, he wallowed.
Underneath the cover of his mane, tears started to swell in his eyes. Frustration, sadness, and anger channeled through him. The kingpin knew what he had to do, but he had not done it soon enough and lost those that he loved and adored... but what to do now? He could not sit here and cry, though he would like to. Something had to be done. With a quick, revenge-driven idea, the leader's head moved upwards. His gaze attempted to lock with Byriath's own hot pink eyes.
Breaking along the cracks that had already formed, Romulus took his anguish and pressed forth. He knew he had to make a move immediately. With an exasperated growl, he asked one simple thing: "Where?"
Hell.
Hell was coming.
Romulus' periwinkle eyes widened and started to shake. The leader's legs started to wobble, only to collapse underneath him moments later. His head staggered downwards into his chest, hair falling into his vision and hiding his chiseled features from the rest. The only thing that publicly came from him was an exhausted, deep wheeze from him. It was almost guttural, sounding out in anguish for the rest to witness. Defeated, he wallowed.
Underneath the cover of his mane, tears started to swell in his eyes. Frustration, sadness, and anger channeled through him. The kingpin knew what he had to do, but he had not done it soon enough and lost those that he loved and adored... but what to do now? He could not sit here and cry, though he would like to. Something had to be done. With a quick, revenge-driven idea, the leader's head moved upwards. His gaze attempted to lock with Byriath's own hot pink eyes.
Breaking along the cracks that had already formed, Romulus took his anguish and pressed forth. He knew he had to make a move immediately. With an exasperated growl, he asked one simple thing: "Where?"
Hell.
Hell was coming.