Post by AzuraGallu on May 30, 2010 19:05:57 GMT -8
"Of course that's fine," He snarled, waving away the official who'd been bothering about some such matter. Actually, he had been half listening, something about taking the time to lay the plans for a new weapons forge. His people, or rather, his warriors desperately needed another, as their numbers grew steadily by the day, either by turning or birth.
He'd accepted the proposal without a second thought.
The soles of his shoes clacked in muffled succession down the polished wood of the hall, reflecting back upon him the image of nothing. Smiling to himself, he recalled the various times he'd spooked a hapless human by not showing a reflection.
"But what about the finances?" A small man wailed, clutching a ream of papers to his chest, vehemently seeking to enrapture the prince with his economical tirade.
"We have more than enough. Just please, accept what I said and leave me before I order you part of the forge." Azura responded, golden eyes flashing dangerously in the man's direction, voice hitting an octave lower than normal.
His threat was solid.
The gentleman disappeared in an instant, not willing to argue with his prince any longer, and surely not willing to lay his life on the line for such a petty commodity as money. With practiced arrogance, the prince smiled and nodded his head once in bemused satisfaction as he began down the hall again.
His half-cape swept out behind him, gold embroidered suit fitted tightly to his body. He could barely stand it any longer. In just a few short hours he'd be back in Ankara, his home, and wearing clothes that actually allowed him to breathe. Either that or he'd wear nothing if he so happened to pick up a tasty female on the way.
He practically began to purr at the notion, but was pulled out of his fantasy by a throat being cleared terribly close to his ear.
Slapping his hand to his head to protect his sensitive hearing, he side stepped the sound, only to find his father smiling at him, arms crossed over his chest.
"You're still terrible at dodging."
"Only because it's you," Azura replied, pointing an accusing finger.
Sargon, his father, bowed, something with had always made him flinch. He was no one to bow to.
"I'm just here to tell you that when you arrive in Ankara there will be some work for you to do. I have a few investors in Turkey who need some checking up on."
Azura nodded, pleased that he would be doing a favor for his father rather than the other way around. "I'll be happy to clean house for you."
A smile passed between them, features mirroring each other giving clear indication that they were of the same blood.
The dim lighting flickered a moment, causing both men to glance down the hallway with the same concerned expression on their faces.
"That was abnormal."
"You think?" Azura responded, heading off down the hallway at a faster pace.
Sargon stayed behind, not sensing anything distressing within his castle.
"What did you do!?" Azura cried, both hands clutching his head, an expression of pure horror on his face.
"We were just testing a theory," a soldier volunteered.
"Yeah, Richard wanted to see how far we could pull a sheep from the new catapult."
The prince's eyebrow twitched as he glanced over at the new, sleek, gunmetal catapult his father had acquired on a trip to Russia. It was entirely mechanized and able to launch anything that fit inside the shallow bed that cleaved it nearly in half.
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"So let me get this right," he said, hand moving from his face, flattening palm down in a gesture to all present. "You, in your brilliant little wads of synapses, decided to procure a sheep from Nosgana, bind its legs, lay it down in the bedding of the machine, and then launch it to see how far it could go?"
All of them nodded in unison, and an extra sheep baa'ed in the background.
Azura threw his hands up in the air, having no idea how to respond to their bored antics. "Clean this up, then all of you switch shifts. And for God's sake, return that sheep to its rightful owner!"
Amidst the scrambling to do their prince's bidding, Azura left through the front gate and walked right to the black SUV that was waiting for him beyond. Yeah, after all of this, he really needed a vacation.
He'd accepted the proposal without a second thought.
The soles of his shoes clacked in muffled succession down the polished wood of the hall, reflecting back upon him the image of nothing. Smiling to himself, he recalled the various times he'd spooked a hapless human by not showing a reflection.
"But what about the finances?" A small man wailed, clutching a ream of papers to his chest, vehemently seeking to enrapture the prince with his economical tirade.
"We have more than enough. Just please, accept what I said and leave me before I order you part of the forge." Azura responded, golden eyes flashing dangerously in the man's direction, voice hitting an octave lower than normal.
His threat was solid.
The gentleman disappeared in an instant, not willing to argue with his prince any longer, and surely not willing to lay his life on the line for such a petty commodity as money. With practiced arrogance, the prince smiled and nodded his head once in bemused satisfaction as he began down the hall again.
His half-cape swept out behind him, gold embroidered suit fitted tightly to his body. He could barely stand it any longer. In just a few short hours he'd be back in Ankara, his home, and wearing clothes that actually allowed him to breathe. Either that or he'd wear nothing if he so happened to pick up a tasty female on the way.
He practically began to purr at the notion, but was pulled out of his fantasy by a throat being cleared terribly close to his ear.
Slapping his hand to his head to protect his sensitive hearing, he side stepped the sound, only to find his father smiling at him, arms crossed over his chest.
"You're still terrible at dodging."
"Only because it's you," Azura replied, pointing an accusing finger.
Sargon, his father, bowed, something with had always made him flinch. He was no one to bow to.
"I'm just here to tell you that when you arrive in Ankara there will be some work for you to do. I have a few investors in Turkey who need some checking up on."
Azura nodded, pleased that he would be doing a favor for his father rather than the other way around. "I'll be happy to clean house for you."
A smile passed between them, features mirroring each other giving clear indication that they were of the same blood.
The dim lighting flickered a moment, causing both men to glance down the hallway with the same concerned expression on their faces.
"That was abnormal."
"You think?" Azura responded, heading off down the hallway at a faster pace.
Sargon stayed behind, not sensing anything distressing within his castle.
"What did you do!?" Azura cried, both hands clutching his head, an expression of pure horror on his face.
"We were just testing a theory," a soldier volunteered.
"Yeah, Richard wanted to see how far we could pull a sheep from the new catapult."
The prince's eyebrow twitched as he glanced over at the new, sleek, gunmetal catapult his father had acquired on a trip to Russia. It was entirely mechanized and able to launch anything that fit inside the shallow bed that cleaved it nearly in half.
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"So let me get this right," he said, hand moving from his face, flattening palm down in a gesture to all present. "You, in your brilliant little wads of synapses, decided to procure a sheep from Nosgana, bind its legs, lay it down in the bedding of the machine, and then launch it to see how far it could go?"
All of them nodded in unison, and an extra sheep baa'ed in the background.
Azura threw his hands up in the air, having no idea how to respond to their bored antics. "Clean this up, then all of you switch shifts. And for God's sake, return that sheep to its rightful owner!"
Amidst the scrambling to do their prince's bidding, Azura left through the front gate and walked right to the black SUV that was waiting for him beyond. Yeah, after all of this, he really needed a vacation.