#mogar.

               CHAINS  WEIGH  HEAVY  ON  PALE  WRISTS ,  guards  secured  on  either  side  that  drag  him  through  a  set  of  heavy  doors.  A  CRIME   //   A  REASON  FOR  HIS  BEING  HERE   ?     things  not  provided  to  the  forest  dweller  ——  caught  in  the  wood’s  outskirts  by  the  same  men  that  hold  him  now.  far  OUTNUMBERED  and  mogar  quickly  enough  subdued     (   although  he  offers  his  fair  share  of  struggles  during  their  short  journey   ).

               IT’S  A  SITUATION  MOGAR  IS  STILL  SETTLING  INTO.  working  with  another   //   and ,  since  his  treehouse  was  destroyed ,  LIVING  with  as  well.  and  certain  aspects  of  what  to  do  ——  how  to  act  are  still  entirely  alien.   following  only  from  the  examples  he  finds  around  him.

 `SOMETIMES IT WAS FUNNY THAT THE KING STILL HELD ON. ‘FUNNY IN A WAY THAT MELDED SO WELL WITH CONFUSING & PATHETIC. That every time he became conscious from a black out, only to find himself DRENCHED in blood, iron coating tongue and the clinging, potent taste of raw flesh coating his tongue, he still held out. (PUSHING FURTHER AND FURTHER TILL THE NEXT ONE). Every time he took a cloth to his hand, rubbing off the red till his hands became red once more, spitting out the taste he had once had appeal toward and was now DISGUSTED by till he was dry heaving, he held on.

 `EVERY TIME HE WAS WORRIED THAT THE NEXT CORPSE HE WOULD SEE WOULD BE FAMILIAR, HE HELD ON. ‘AND PERHAPS, THAT WAS ONE OF THE WEIGHTED FACTORS. A reminder, a fact remembered when he subsided from the Beast’s control to find himself with a hardened grip on Mogar, or when FLICKERS OF HIMSELF AND THE THING WENT IN AND OUT, FINDING HIS TONGUE SPILLING PRETTY LITTLE FUCKING LIES & THREATS IN A MANNER SIMILAR TO ONCE BEFORE, BUT NOTHING LIKE BEFORE. The Mad King found it in the way when he was allowed to have control, keep control, keep the shell of himself still alive and….well, HIMSELF.

`AND THEN THERE WERE THE SMALL THINGS, LIKE THIS. ‘UNUSUAL, SURPRISING, UTTERLY AND PURELY ALIEN TO HIM. Warmer hand found meeting against one that had been laid bare against side, fingers lacing against palm. Eyes ended up betraying him, moving down to look at Mogars hand that held his / A HAND THAT HAD ONCE BETRAYED / A HAND THAT ONCE SO STAINED IN BLOOD FREELY, HAPPILY / A HAND THAT HAD STOLE & DESECRATED THE PEACE. The Mad King didn’t even seem to notice the light sting that came along fresher wounds that laced his hand caused by self, those were far less prominent, less OBVIOUS then the touch itself. Blues so moved up from the hand to the warriors face, before leaving that and looking ahead.

`SOMETHING CONTEMPLATIVE. ‘A LOOK COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY UNSURE OF WHAT TO MAKE OF THIS, BARELY HIDDEN. He didn’t wrap his fingers back, the digits laying poised in their, in HIS confusion.        ❝ -—- Why?❞      The word came out simply, NO DIRECT EMOTIONAL CONNECTION LACING HIS VOICE. A head shook, a smile growing on face, and a chuckle following after that. But it was not one of malice / a diabolic nature that had ONCE existed. It seemed baffled, confused.         ❝ -—- Why are you doing stuff like this to me? Why do you stay around? And why do you let me stay around? We both know me or you leaving wouldn’t stop this thing from tracking down to get its pawns back, but you aren’t weak. And let’s face it, I’m not who I was. I couldn’t stop you if you tried to kill me.❞          Hand squeezed back at that, loosening after a second or two but was still laced. THERE WAS AN UNSPOKEN CONTINUATION TO THAT (BECAUSE IM TOO MUCH OF A COWARD TO DO IT MYSELF / AND DEATH IS STILL FEARED). Smile may still lace features, but it seemed forced.             ❝ -—- So what’s the reason? I’ve already told you, I don’t like being kept in the dark before. Why do you let this happen? And why are you getting so close, tempting me to get closer? Its dangerous and dumb and we both know that.❞  

               WHY   /   WHY   /   WHY   ?     THAT’S  WHAT  IT  ALL  BOILS  DOWN  TO.  why  does  the  wolf  open  his  house   &   let  lion  lay  beside  him  ——  when  everything  points  to  the  fact  they  are  ENEMIES   ?     when  so  recently  he  was  fleeing  with  no  glance  back     (   SCARS  that  litter  him  enough  to  show  what’s  behind   )     at  the  creature  that  tore  him  apart.  mogar  looks  down  at  his  own  fingers ,  laced  into  those  of  a  man  he  should  HATE.  and  no  words  come  to  explain  it  ——  no  words ,  only  a  feeling.  something  strong  and  alive  inside  his  chest  that  he  doesn’t  have  the  language  to  EXPLAIN  but  perhaps ,  this  once ,  he  will  try.  because  a  part  of  him  feels  the  mad  king  deserves  it.  so  he  pauses ,  thinks.  searches  as  well  as  he  can  for  words  to  say  it     (   because  actions  may  speak  louder   //   but  perhaps  they  need  something  QUIET  right  now   ).

                                                       “   IT  IS  NOT  FAIR.   ”     voice  is  very  quiet.  quieter  than  it  should  be  from  one  who ,  once ,  was  a  warrior.  and  then  a  murderer.     “   what  it  made  us  do.   ”     none  of  them  chose  this.  all  were  forced  alike.  but  now ,  when  player  FINALLY  may  think  themselves  free ,  it  is  only  one  being  pulled  down  again.  and  the  part  of  mogar  that  is  still  just  ——  the  part  that  can  still  FEEL  right  from  wrong  knows  this  is  too  much.  a  man  may  sin   //   may  do  all  forms  of  bad   //   but  this  punishment  is  too  much.  this  is  all  too  much.

   ’LAUGHING HAD NEVER BEEN AN UNUSUAL SOUND FROM HIM. ‘VILLAINOUS CACKLING OR CHUCKLES TO MAKE ANYONE UNCOMFORTABLE. ‘But since the escape, or the false concept of it that had been given, such had died from his lips. ( NO CAUSE FOR THEM / NOTHING TO BRING IT FROM CRACKED LIPS. ) But here, a man though to have discarded these actions, was quivering with a tittering— - a tittering which quickly became FULL BLOWN HYSTERICS. Blood saturated his form, coming from lacerations and scraps upon upper part of face. (SELF CREATED AS NAILS SHOWED / AS HANDS TOLD). Odd enough in itself, but that wasn’t the end of it. Pupiless blues, a dark red cracking into whites and only DARKENING. And where blood hardened on face, clotting, it was atramentous / LIKE AN INKY BLACK MASK WAS TRYING TO FORM.

  ’HE HAD BROKEN. ‘THE MAD KING WAS TIRED OF PLAYING WARDEN FOR HIS OWN BODY.Why resist? This would never stop and he could tell that. Why spend the rest of his life, WHAT REMAINED OF IT, SPENDING IT LIKE THIS? A give up that started slow at first, but it was expediting as time passed. TRULY THERE COULD ONLY BE BENEFIT FROM THIS RIGHT? He hadn’t faded, he was still thinking, HIS MIND WAS STILL FUNCTIONING.     ❝ -—- Mad Kin–g— - ahaha, no no- ah, WE’RE fine!❞        The words were hissed between the tones of a laugh, HALF FORMED AND CONFUSING / A QUESTION ALMOST FORMED AT THE SPEAKING OF A NAME / EMPHASIS ON SOMETHING THAT MADE NO SENSE. So many things wrong with the situation, SO MANY THINGS. Some indication this wasn’t the man speaking / THAT THING HAD TAKEN CONTROL AGAIN / but then again, there were things wrong with that. (THE ELDRITCH ABOMINATION MAY HAVE LEARNED WORDS, BUT THEY WEREN’T LIKE THIS / IT WAS A CREATURE OF PURE VIOLENCE / PURE HUNGER / PRIMAL AND ANCIENT.). Laughs may stem between breath when IT TOOK CONTROL, but it was always between mortal hand clenched around throat, or unnatural physical miasma leaking to try to drag the warrior back, retrieve another pawn from what it had lost.      ❝ -—- We’re fine– - so fine— - better then FINE! ❞      A shake of head, the twitching of hands, THE COLLAPSE OF CONTROL / THE RETRIEVAL OF IT! A hum off of lips, a tilting of head, name said off lips twice ‘Mogar’, playing with it like it wasUNFAMILIAR & UNUSUAL, before a laugh shook his form again.

 ’WHO ARE YOU REALLY? ‘WORLD WAS SILENT OF THIS QUESTION, MIND SEEMED TO ECHO IT AND BE ABSENT OF IT. Something was very wrong about this, ALL OF THIS.      ❝ -—- So much better– - this is so much better.❞        Words silent, but obvious ‘ITS SO MUCH BETTER, GIVE UP TOO!’ And where words contorted, where everything seemed so blurry, A QUESTION COULD RING- WAS THIS THE MONSTER / WAS THIS THE KING / OR WAS THERE EVEN A DIVISION ANYMORE?

               OH ,  HOW  MANY  THINGS  SEEM  WRONG  HERE.  IF  THE  WORD   ‘  WRONG  ’   EVEN  HAS  MEANING  ANY  MORE.  what  horrors  they  have  lived  through  ——  atrocities  committed  at  his  own  hands ,  yet  this  is  somehow  so  different  from  that   //   while ,  at  the  same  time ,  so  horrifyingly  similar.

                              BLOOD  TRACKING  LIKE  TEARS  OVER  THE  MAD  KING’S  FEATURES ,  laugh  a  CHILLING  tone  he’d  come  to  know  while  in  that  awful  game  ——  but  there  are  no  killers  here.  no  players   &   no  thing  waiting  in  the  sky  for  the  losers.  then  why  does  it  feel  so  much  as  if  they  are  back  there   ?     like  the  same  thing  that  had  controlled  them  then  is  here  now  doing  THE  SAME  THING  ALL  OVER  AGAIN.

SEDUCE  YOUR  ENEMIES   !     a  mogar  /  the  mad  king  mix .

                                                                      listen  here

     TIED  DOWN     //     JAYMES  YOUNG .

     ADDICTED  TO  YOU     //     AVICII .

     SPEAK  IN  TONGUES     //     MACHINEHEART .

     SONG  LIKE  YOU     //     BEA  MILLER .

     BACK  TO  YOU     //     SELENA  GOMEZ .

     KILL  OF  THE  NIGHT     //     GIN  WIGMORE .

     I  DON’T  KNOW  WHY     //     IMAGINE  DRAGONS .

     DANSE  MACABRE     //     THE  OH  HELLOS .

     WOLVES  WITHOUT  TEETH     //     OF  MONSTERS  AND  MEN .

survivor  mogar  slowly  growing  weaker  and  weaker  because  he’s  away  from  his  mother’s  milk.  deteriorating  until  he  never  escapes  and  can  hardly  fight  at  all.