#;Hᴀɪʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ

[raynes-musings]

          Hail to the ᴋɪɴɢ, hail to the one.                𝙆𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙡 to the crown,                               Stand in the sun...

        Hᴀɪʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ Kɪɴɢ.

[draculx]

no but voivoda vlad bolting ahead of his army instead of waiting in line. his generals panicking as their ruler is at the tip of the spear instead of waiting. soldiers with legs not so long as his (he was 7′4″) trying to keep up and defend him without even realizing that he needed no protection. in his hand is this giant chunk of metal, his face is twisted in some battle frenzy, the armor ticking against the ground as fast as his heartbeat. he lashes out at a foe holding a spear. whoever it was, thinks he can use the spear as advantage for it being long... but extending his arm, vlad swings rebellion over the whole length of the spear and decapitates the enemy and whoever was in reach of the arch. the king just brought three down with supernatural strength. enemies tries to turn on their heels, but the mass pushes them forth towards that giant and crazed killing machine. they start being pulled to him like cattle to slaughter. fear blind them as vlad holds a blade and bites someone’s neck while using their body as a shield. when he does get his, he laughs and every time someone tries to end him he replies stronger. harder. faster. no cause is worth facing that. no loyalty remains solid. they want to run, to hide, to coward back to their country. this is not god’s land. this is no devil’s land. this is the soil of something far worse. something even its own soldiers fear and plots the death of. it’s a crimson nightmare -- they should never have thought themselves strong enough as to fight a dragon in its own land.