KELL OF KELLS.

                    he TASTES the foul, reeking scent of death on his tongue as the being speaks- and the kell of kells is, IF NOTHING ELSE, intrigued. she was as elegant as was DEADLY and the kell begins his reply with a testing growl. eliksni are especially GOOD at evading death, and coming face to face with a being so thoroughly invested into the RUINATION of others would strike fear in any. even one such as HIMSELF. ‘ all of my people are rotting. i will rule them, and i will feel their pain. but they will be mine. ‘

                    ‘ PEST. ‘ it is a declaration as he roars in defiance, struck by the sudden attack by the guardian. he shakes his mighty shoulders, growls, and aims a slam of two of his fists towards his assailant, wildly. annoyance took over long before his true battle training did. 

                    an amused purr rises in the back of his throat- according the eliksni standards it is soft, gentle, as gentle as skolas can be. to others’ untrained ears it is still a growl, harsh. ‘ i do hope not. ‘ he gives an amused SNORT.

                    he was KELL OF KELLS. graced by the gods fallen and weakened- he would not be treated like a fool by a creature who could not even FUNCTION with four arms. i’d dock them all. he growls. as the guardian enters. growls as his confinement is interrupted by nothing more than an ignorant CHILD. his destruction was only the beginning- only the beginning of the calm before the storm, the eye of the darkness through which the humans CELEBRATE, while in truth they should only FEAR.                      he did not give the guardian the SATISFACTION of a reply- not yet. she was WEAK. of mind. of heart. of BODY. he was kell of kells- and he steamed.                     a single GRUNT and the fallen kell turns his head, away from the guardian, away from those who’s lives he DESTROYED.

                    ‘  GAURDIAN !!!!  ‘ he yells. he cries for his people. and he will KILL for his people. they will be fallen no more, gods help him. ‘  FACE ME!  ‘

                    he who WAITS receives the prize- an old eliksni saying he now found to be nothing but FALSEHOOD. waiting brought suffering, for him and his people. how long did they wait in the depths of the darkness? searching for the great machine. searching for what had made them MIGHTY, only to be struck down- FELL by the great mother machine that had raised them up so high. by the gods- he wished for the days where he only waited for pepetual victories. when he was not yet kell of kells, but only captain of house wolves. “THE BEAST WRANGLER” they had called him. “THE SILENT MAW” he had answered, and slipped away.                      he would wait. he would wait as long as it took for house of wolves to be everlasting. to be ETERNAL, but that wait would go long past his death. past the age of the two-armed. past the age of the reef. house of beasts would be FOREVER -one day- he swore by it;                     the gentle SWOOSH of prison doors bring the one who is truly fallen out of his daze. he chortles- they usually did not send gaurds in at this time. what was is for him to assume- maybe the BLADE OF THE REEF was trying to spook one of the new recruits, sending them to go face to face with the WORST of the prison’s residents ( correction: most POWERFUL ), just as captains and vandals did back on the moons of jovian.                     fear is the backbone of all power- another old eliksni saying.                     how FITTING.