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Date Posted: 16:15:03 05/06/03 Tue
Author: Ziraga
Subject: Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes, turn and face the strain...
In reply to: Ziraga 's message, "What fun, what fun; a King shall fall" on 17:23:06 05/04/03 Sun

The second-time king returns to the land that had once been his with an impeccably elegant three-beat stride, drawing up to an abrupt halt directly in front of True Evil, to whom he bows gracefully. "Sir, I hope you find this abode most welcoming. Adrian to Power is the new lead stallion here; I therefore will take care of Death Valley while you are absent from it, if you do not mind too terribly." The last is added purely as a formality; this is an action he intends to take whether Evil wills it or not. A light, whickered laugh and a toss of his stark-white mane indicate the fact that he finds the ex-King's words distinctly humorous. "Adrian I allowed to return because of his sheer audacity in daring to face me down to do so. Navy..." his corrosive gaze lands heavily on the mare, "...is another matter entirely, but one no longer in my jurisdiction owing to the fact that I do not own this land any longer." Ziraga raises his head to its full height. "I may someday take the matter up with her, but that is her business and mine, not yours, sire." He mockingly uses the form of address reserved for kings. "As to the equines whose expulsion I threatened? Those threats were not idle. The only obstacle impeding their forced departure is the fact that the girl who does my typing is a complete numbskull, and forgot the password to this place. Hence," his eyes blaze with a tint of warning, "that is her fault, not mine."

The Russian Arabian slips subtly closer to the fallen King, a clear indication that his words now hold nothing but genuine, brutal truth (as the golden one sees it); no more of the bravado his prior speech had been saturated with. He speaks quickly, each word stabbing out with speed. "True Evil, your reign has ended. Why? Well, because many wish it. I may not be a great leader, but that is yet to be determined. The Evils have already seen your incompetance, Evil. This is honestly nothing personal against you; this side quite simply needs a leader who will, if nothing else, at least be there. I know my personal track record in that respect has been poor to say the least, but that is due to matters beyond my control.

Things are different now, my Advisee. Stabbing you in the back has never been my intention, but what I do is for the sake of the Evils, and for them only. That is why I dethroned your father, that is why I stepped down to give him back the Kingship, and that is why today is the last day of your reign." The starkly-hued palomino draws himself up to his full treacherous height, fierce eyes gazing without fear into the dark ones of a once-King. "I do what I do for reasons unfathomable to most, I am aware of this. But I do have my reasons, and someday they may become clear to you and to everyone else. However, meanwhile I am shrouded in mystery... and you are my captive."

With a single smooth step he draws back, the seriousness disappearing from his eyes as they return to their hazardous humor, their brash bravado, all of which is, of course, an act... but where, who and what is the real Ziraga? Or is there even such thing? That's left for the observer to wonder. Meanwhile... "And what of your mate, sire? The beautiful Zolotaya... mother of my children, wooer of kings? Shall she be joining you here?"

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  • .[I love that song]. -- Adrian, 17:22:13 05/06/03 Tue
  • I should sing for you one day -- Ziraga, 19:41:09 05/06/03 Tue
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