Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29194274-20180819040937/@comment-27344811-20180909014337

(oof time for a change in management)

A Tyrant- no, a broken man sits on his throne made of Cosmilite. The past 12 hours have been... turmoil, to say the least.

He slowly grabs the giant sword leaning against his throne, snarls, and throws it across the room.

What is he? Is he a proud, evil Tyrant? Or a husband, with a loving wife and a... a daughter who was everything he could... ask for.

Yharim has lied to himself. Constantly. He's told himelf love is a weakness, that love was the reason that his mother died, but was it really? No. He just saw what everybody else had- and refused it. Love wasn't what made them kill his family, it was his older brother. Yharim is only alive today because of love, because of his Dragon, who is not out of the rock like he was supposed to be. Yharim fears that he Void within him has turned the life-cycle of the dragon into a grave.

He's lost the witch, the brute, the Devourer, and by the looks of it, his most loyal as-

Yharim slowly looks up as he hears the door slam in from the silent halls.

"Lord Yharim?" Signus calls out. Yharim says nothing, and Signus decides not to test his master and appears to return to his quarters. Yharim sighs as he takes off his helmet, and runs a finger along the scar.

He looks in the reflection of the heavily shined floor. He has changed so much, which means the genetic manipulation he went through seems to be holding up.

But who was he? Tyrant? Father?

No.

A broken man.