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Workshop One - Day Two Exercise (april 3rd)
- Kalon Name: Theodore Makowisch
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Write about a time when your Kalon(s) lost something important or someone close to them:
- Rain struck the cobblestone like the daggers that'd struck flesh the night before, it was almost as if the rain was drops of scarlet blood its self, having lost all purity. The king's back was sore, his spine too weak to support his heavy head, as he stepped out onto the balcony. His cape dangled like the dread in the air behind him, it fell over the populous like a heavy sheet. Everyone knew, if everyone already knew, why was he going to tell them as if it was their first time hearing it?
His address was to be formal, he would show no emotion whatsoever. Korin had been nothing but a friend to him, though many suspected it was more. Theodore grasped reality so tightly, that it hurt too much to try and remind himself that they were even friends. He'd speak as if they were simply allies occupying the same space, controlling the same people. He'd act as if they respected each other, however not intimately. Acting only made things easier, as long as you were good at keeping secrets. A king as stoic as him could muster this weight.
Breath filled his lungs, it was humid enough that he could choke. As clutched claws nearly tore through the parchment in front of his face, his hoarse voice broke the eerie silence wandering in the ears of all. He began his statement weakly, blinking his dry, lemon colored eyes that had been flooded and were now suffering a drought.
"Loyal subjects," He started meekly, the tips of his tail-fins twitching eagerly. He had to get this over with fast, or panic would set in and people would know he wasn't in good health. "I speak to you today on behalf of the general Sir Korin Mackenzie Lyons."
Theodore blinked a couple times as water soaked the streaks of hair that grew plastered to his cheeks. He was reading slow, taking longer than he should be, but it was so hard to speak when all you wanted to do was scream.
"He meant more to me than anyone-" He vented under his breath, clearing his throat to pick up where he left off. "Last night, General Lyons's body was discovered on the edge of the highland forests, down by the seashore-" The salt of the churning ocean burnt Theodore's wounds, he could remember the sting precisely, it was one that hurt, and hurt like a bullet drilling a hole to your very core.
"The culprits were an occult group of gypsies, who'd s-seduced and murdered him on the spot."
His body had been mangled upon inspection, hollowed out even, however it would ache to gravely to recall that in his statement.
"They have been condemned for their wrongdoings."
The bloody murder of four young women, committed by himself, was to be kept secret from all. He didn't specify, he wouldn't elaborate, and he definitely wouldn't like, it made it more alluring than his kingdom could manage at times.
Nonetheless, it was effective, people asked only when the situation was lighthearted.
"Korin meant different things to everyone, to some, he was a teacher, a friend, to others, someone to be fearful of. No matter who he was to you, I hope you can understand the impact his death has on this kingdom as of today."
He dropped the parchment to the ground, having had enough of his speech despite only finishing half of it. Round he pivoted on one foot, his dark cloak following him like a shadow as he returned through archway. He would speak to nobody for days, weeks, only grieve.
