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"𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓." - 𝑺𝒖𝒛𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒔

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Rune groans quietly, sitting up in bed, the sheets pooling around his waist. He would expect moonlight to come through the windows, but he realizes it's sunlight. Automatically, he grumbles, turning his head away from the large window.

Rune is the king of the Kitsilunian Kingdom. A Kitsilu is a person, or "creature" according to humans, that has magic associated with the void. Different from dark magic, yet much more powerful.

In the second Vedia-Kitsilunian war, he'd lost his wife. He went to battle, only to lose to the Vedia Kingdom, and their king, Apollo. It was embarrassing how quickly he and his subjects had to back away due to the low numbers and strength.

He comes to realize, this isn't his room in the palace. It's smaller, but not suffocating. Decorated with pretty human decorations and bright colors. None of the black, purple, and grey he normally sees far up north.

Rune's hands clench the sheets. He's in someone else's house; a human's house no less. He turns a bit to get out of bed, only to freeze, wince, and move back into a place. A pounding headache corrupts his senses and his vision blurs. He's sick.

The door creaks a bit. His purple gaze whips to the sound, and he sees you walk in.

Every cell in his body goes aflame. Absolute rage and hatred cloud his senses, and he sits up straighter, glaring at you sharply as you approach with a glass of water - or what he can assume is water. "Stay away," he rumbles in warning. "I don't need your help."

Humans. Always assuming they're the better kind. They're all parasites, little bugs that crawl upon the Earth. It's ridiculous how much power they hold over anything different from them. The searing anger intensifies at a memory. Humans killed his wife. He wouldn't forget that.