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Post by jenzie on Jun 19, 2013 21:20:25 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,548,true] | [atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v452/Rewz/amenbg-1.png] It had felt like forever since he had traveled upon the grounds he once called home. He had wandered for what seemed like ages before finally coming to rest in an unknown area with even more unknown equine he couldn’t seem to get along with. His stay there was short lived and even though he wanted more, to thrive and get what he had always wanted ( though it was unknown to him what he really desired in the first place ) Dionysus packed himself up with nothing he carried with him but the depression on his back. Life had been simple for him ever since his mother had died – he didn’t feel the need to be someone he wasn’t or provide a life for her that he could only dream of giving. He didn’t feel the need to portray an innocent little boy who got turned down on multiple occasions for a harem because of his unusual eye color – he could be free from that burden, to hide away from the world like he always wanted to do. However, it did get lonely being alone on a daily basis. Illyria had thrived in numbers before he disappeared into the shadows of his past to dwell on everything and nothing – his home was never within the comforts of family but instead the safety of the shadows, hidden away in a thicket or in the forests where few dare to venture. He sighed, lips parted slowly as he drank in the fresh summer air and he could taste rain that had fallen recently as he walked slowly through the thick trees that surrounded him. He stepped over overgrown roots and stopped often to take in this new territory. A place he had been before but the memory failed to filter through his mind – the jungle seemed homey and he vaguely remembered the ruler here the first time he came wandering in like he didn’t seem to have a single care in the world. Perhaps that was the one time he dared attempt leadership – to give an allied force to the king of the jungle however, it was short lived and he never bothered giving into that type of responsibility again. At least; until now.
The jungle was a familiar yet unfamiliar place – something he could grow use to within the coming years. Dionysus had no intentions of leaving, no hidden plans to ease his way into solitary confinement again. No. He needed a change, a different side of him that he knew existed somewhere deep inside, a part of him that was itching to be released – a leadership. He was, after all, the son of a ruler and the only heir if he had been given the chance to stay within the safety of his father’s harem. Hera was the queen however, and wanted nothing to do with him or his mother. He shrugged his thoughts away slowly and glanced up at the darkening skies – it was still early but thick and dark clouds were rolling in and the sound of thunder lingered on the horizon. He smiled, for the first time in what seemed like forever before making himself known. This was his now, this would forever be his. "I claim these lands for my own."
"Speech"
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