PHOBUS

The dark was quiet, serene, and absolutely miserable. Phobus hated it, and to think that one little action got him this time? Oh, Wisteria would be sorry one day. If he ever got out of here.. His anger had been building up lately. The darkness fed into his mind even further, poisioning it. Hatred consumed his being. How many days had passed since he’d been sentenced here? How long had Lucaya kept him in the darkness, and how long would his sentence last? He wasn’t given a timeline in his trial, which he thought was a bit bullshit. Weren’t you supposed to give a prisoner a solid timeline? How long they’d live out their crimes in the pit of darkness? The food ran scarce in his cave too, only rodents scurried and skittered around in the pitch black. Not enough to fill his aching stomach. That was until one day - or night, he really couldn’t keep track of time in the cavern - he heard a males voice whisper harshly into his new home. “Phobus?” It called out, and his rubies immediately looked up. Was this one of Lucaya’s pitiful losers coming to end him? He’d rather have the sweet relief of death than this hellhole. "Come with me if you want to see the light of day and the warmth of a woman again.” That was enticing enough for the male to slink towards the entrance and step out into the dusk. A male stood there, large, brownish in color. He certainly looked strong. Phobus had lost quite a bit of his bulk being in the cave for a long while, he’d need to train up to become a bit stronger again.

The man took a few steps out, before following after the man that had freed him. Next to him, a female walked in tow.. was she kidnapped by this man or did she come willingly? She certainly looked like one of Lucaya’s bloodline.. Weird. They had traveled for a while before reaching a new territory. It smelled of the brute. “Here is good.” He stopped before looking at the femme. "You, what is your relationship to the crown." he asked her bluntly. So this woman was a decendent of the crown in Hawthorne. Royalty. He’d kidnapped her. The mans rubies lit up slightly at this, raising in eyebrow a bit. "And what do they call you? I won't hurt you, only if you stay and do as you're told." Ah, he liked this character already. He liked the way that he conducted himself. He was definitely in charge around here. "You are Phobus, are you not? The man who soiled a woman on her wedding night to lay claim to her forever." Phobus locked eyes with the man. Had his deed really reached these lands? A bit of pride pooled through his system as the man gave a chuckle. "Do not think I'm coming down on you, rather I think the very presence of you here is one that will cripple our common interests. I want Hawthorne to bring me my brothers, and if they instead march with Amberbjorne and Dawnshire . . .Well, I think seeing your familiar face will do the trick of catching them off-guard and sending them into a panicked frenzy. They'll be too panicked to focus on combat, too sloppy." That was a fair assumption. They’d be shocked to see him out of the cave. Out, freedom.. He could lay claim on some other bitch around here. "Not to mention, you and I seem to have a lot in common." He nodded his cranium, glancing quickly at the female before back at the man in front of him.

"I am Beartooth, father of many, husband to Soraya, and Dane King of these lands." Phobus paused, the name Soraya ringing a bell in his ears.. Soraya.. that name sounded so familiar. Then it hit him. He’d had a one night stand with that bitch. She was cold to him after, even after he told her he wanted to see her again. She was standoffish, brutal. She didn’t want to see him again. She’d broken his pride a bit, and ever since then he’d pushed her out of his mind. The fact that she was married to this man, who was a hell of a lot like Phobus, baffled him."In these lands, you are able to claim any woman you wish to have - Except of course my wife, and my ex wife. My ex wife is in a cage, and you can do with her what you will. If a female has been claimed and you still want her, you must fight for her to get her. You may have as many women as you want. Display your dominance. We allow murder, should it not be senseless." The man took a second to take it all in. He’d like these lands.. any woman he wanted? They couldn’t even say no? How could he resist? Beartooth had literally taken him from Hell to Paradise in the matter of a night. "I can trust him. I cannot trust you, not yet. I'm smarter than that. You will be allowed to roam Tarben and Tarben only, but you must have Wendigo in your company. I will summon him to you once we get further inland." The King looked at the lass, explaining her rules to follow. "Phobus, I think you'll like it here. Young lass, I hope that you like it here. I'm not heartless, and I will not harm you. But I will not allow your escape either. I want my brothers back here for their crimes, and you are the key to that since Lucaya has not yet turned them over."

Phobus wasn’t a pawn in this. He was simply a prisoner, most likely now with a bounty on his head. But in Tarben.. he’d be safe. If war were to come, he’d fight for Beartooth. The man had saved his skin. “Thank you, Beartooth. You brought me to a paradise. I will gladly be apart of your army, if war is to come. If Dawnshire and Amberbjorne join the mix, I’d prefer to keep the heads of my bastard family, as well as the head of Helius of Dawnshire. Wisteria’s husband. I refuse to let her win. She will be broken again, next time she sees me standing over her dead husband. Then, she’ll be forced to be mine.” He grinned, rubies growing brighter at the thought of this. “I’ll make you proud, my King.”

prince of amberbjorne - twin to deimus - puppet of alana