Master Of Myths
The world doesn't lack geniuses, nor does it lack monstrous prodigies And if that wasn't enough it is also filled with opportunities for those who wish to climb the top without a talent of their own Thus some are born among the stars while others rise into the sky like the morning sun But one couldn't accept his fate, nor the fate he would acquire. Instead, he wanted to be the one to create those who reach the apex, the one to give and take, for he had enough of the worlds whimsical tides
Ink Thy Self
Tap...Tap....
The echo of fingers sounded across empty ruins, the only occupant looking at the mess with boredom about him
Crack!
At last the armrest of which he tapped on broke under the pressure of his strength, but he did not spare it a look and just held his chin with the hand and continued to stare out
Time passed slowly for the creature, it wasn't until the flutter of wings came above did he finally get up with an annoyed sigh
"What took you so long"
"It's those darned illusions, they keep disorienting my senses"
The feathered one answered with a melodic voice, much too different from the jarring one of this hunk of armor below it
"If you can't find your way what's the use of scouting out the way? A useless mission this was"
The big guy turned and started walking away, one heavy step at a time
"I would love to agree, sadly I happened to fund something"