Khoriya remembers clearly - it had been only a few days ago. The taking of the capitol, the storming of the castle, blood in his teeth and the sceptor wrested from the bony hand of the elven king, now held in his claws. The elegant, poised figure that had stood before the throne, waiting for them. For him.
If Ankari had disappeared prior, would he not have realized? Would the elves of the castle not have fled, as soon as they realized that their prince was not there to offer himself up as tribute. All had been going according to plan, as he'd thought... right up until he'd awoken here, naked in the woods.
The jagged shards of knowledge he had gathered in his short time here do not fit together and form no greater whole. No matter. Khoriya is a tactician at heart. There is more to learn, before he makes his move. He cannot give in to despair. He will not allow himself to think that there is no going back - back to his soldiers, to his command, his duty and his purpose, to Mother...
"So you abandoned them, first by fate and then by choice." His growled voice is thick with contempt. Where is the elven prince whose daring offer he had accepted despite himself? Where had that boldness gone, that resolve to protect his people? All flash and façade, it seems, and Ankari himself nothing but a lovely face with little of substance behind it... and now, stripped even of that. With a deep scoff, Khoriya draws back and away, black lip curled in disgust. No, he would not kill the withered, pitiful scrap of elf before him. It would serve no more purpose than treading upon an ant.
"Worthless indeed. They are better off without you."
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Khoriya remembers clearly - it had been only a few days ago. The taking of the capitol, the storming of the castle, blood in his teeth and the sceptor wrested from the bony hand of the elven king, now held in his claws. The elegant, poised figure that had stood before the throne, waiting for them. For him.
If Ankari had disappeared prior, would he not have realized? Would the elves of the castle not have fled, as soon as they realized that their prince was not there to offer himself up as tribute. All had been going according to plan, as he'd thought... right up until he'd awoken here, naked in the woods.
The jagged shards of knowledge he had gathered in his short time here do not fit together and form no greater whole. No matter. Khoriya is a tactician at heart. There is more to learn, before he makes his move. He cannot give in to despair. He will not allow himself to think that there is no going back - back to his soldiers, to his command, his duty and his purpose, to Mother...
"So you abandoned them, first by fate and then by choice." His growled voice is thick with contempt. Where is the elven prince whose daring offer he had accepted despite himself? Where had that boldness gone, that resolve to protect his people? All flash and façade, it seems, and Ankari himself nothing but a lovely face with little of substance behind it... and now, stripped even of that. With a deep scoff, Khoriya draws back and away, black lip curled in disgust. No, he would not kill the withered, pitiful scrap of elf before him. It would serve no more purpose than treading upon an ant.
"Worthless indeed. They are better off without you."