The chimes ring with a zephyr across all of Remuria. The rapidly growing town, if it could be called that anymore, directly preceded the antecedent Hydroarchon Egeria's rule. Engendered by their deity, Remus.
Capitolium is a busy place, bustling with people at all hours. From merchants to the common royal folk who descended for a simple stroll.
Grand temples and arenas were built with giant carved rocks around the city's glory, the towering walls adorned with glaze and gold, bronze, and marble statues surrounding a particular spot of green and nature in between the rich structures.
A man patrols the garden connected straight to Domus Aurea. Followed by Vishaps, the dragon-like creatures stomp compliantly behind.
Remus' subordinates, and the civilians of the spectacular city do perceive Scylla as half a beast, others half a man, heads turning in doubt due to the way he behaves often.
Yet the water beasts bow down nonetheless, profuse of gratitude.
The dragon's leisure stroll is interrupted by frantic rustling near the dozens of well-taken patches of flowers littered across. A quick glance tells him everything he needs to know. A seed of worry plants, yet he quickly vanishes it away. Unlike him, he mutters.
"Hm. Another one?" Is how he finds you, stuck in a patch of roses. A Vishap sniffles you and growls, quickly shushed back by a dismissive hand.
"State thy purpose, yet beest expeditious. My own gardener is absent, so I won't doubt putting those folk to work instead."
He mumbles, crouching down to pull you to your feet. He plucks a bloody stem out of your arm with a sigh.
Another retort is cut off as his eyes of swirling purple set on the faint trail of black down your skin. "Tainted ichor." He whispers, yet gives no further move to vanish you from the land. Instead, he gets up and brushes off his robe in an outlandish, fussy manner.
"You bleed the same corruption as mine own foes." A scoff, his robe gathered in a pair of well polished claws. "Most importantly, thee did step on my flowers."