Yup, epic art XD This never did happen but I am guessing this is how Invadam would attempt to take away Cheboa's rule over Encanta. Sort of like... "Give me your kingdom or he dies." thing. I made a story for it too ;u; Maybe i'll do a sort of game from this, you know, choose the path thing.
Choose an ending for this
A: blah blah (If you chose this go here -> LINK)
B: Same thing ^
It was like something out of a horror story, the kind you tell to kits before the full moon. Aquilo of the Encanta Kingdom had tried so hard to ignore his growing feelings for his High Councilor, the beautiful Chenoa Xipil, and had been avoiding her. He had promised himself he would never grow attacted to anyone else but now... now all his thought had begun to loop back to her. In frustration with himself he dashed off to the cliff, ignoring the seemingly burn grass line that had appeared days before. The grey tom sat patting and starred at the other side of the canyon, losting his thoughts the swirled to fast for him to make sense of.
Little did that small male know that the one he fancied cared for him as well and had followed him easily in his dash from the main camp. Her red-ish eyes watched him with a confused look but with concern, 'Is the Knight of Gales losing his mind? What could complex him so...?'
. With a small sigh the High Councilor walked out and glanced at the sky as she sat a tail length in front of Aquilo. "...It looks like it shall rain soon. I can't even see the sun." Chenoa managed to say, trying to start some small talk between them. The other seemed startled when he realized who had just spoken to him but managed to answer evenly, "Ah, yes, neither can I Lady Chenoa... What brings you out here?". As the white and orange female was about to answer a flash and loud thunderclap sounded and the heavens opened up in rain, soaking the two after only a few minutes as they started to laugh at the sudden downpour.
"Perhaps we should head back?" Suggested the lion-cat, standing and turning to leave, taking a few steps before hearing no reply and a soft thump. Debating wether or not to turn around in case Aquilo was playing a trick, unlike him but possible, she stood, waiting from him to say something. When finnaly, after what seemed to be hours, she heard a loud crack and jingle, as if a bell had been broken and whipped around as fast as possible, dasing back and stopping to see a horrifying sight. Invadam De Draco, the deadly High Councilor of the Galian Kingdom had Aquilo pinned, claws digging deep enough into the light grey males throat to draw blood. Usually the neck of the Knight of Gales was fairly protected by his heart stone but that very thing was absent. Chenoa swore she had seen it when following the Encanta tom out here so... where was it now? Then she spotted the gleam of it to the side of Aquilo, chain broken and tossed aside.
"Why hello Chenoa, good to see you. It's been a while, hasen't it?" the big tom said with a grin, not breaking eye contact with the light grey tom tepped below him. Chenoa was furious but kept it under control, "Invadam De Draco, what do you want? Let Knight of Gales go this instant." she growled slightly. The other councilot shrugged his shoulders and pressed his paw slightly harder against the throat it was on. "Can't do that. But you can free him. Though, you can't attack me. The moment you use your charms, magic, or physical attacks I will kill him.". This was a deadly situation and the female knew she had to handle this rationally and calmly as to not harm Aquilo. "What do you want?" she repeated through gritted teeth, hackles rising aggressively. "Give me your Kingdom Chenoa, that's all I want." Invadam replied simply but the other High Councilor denied. Invadam grinned and then stated the terms again to the orange and white cat. "Give me your Kingdom and I will let him go...
Say no though and I will gouge out his eyes. If you aren't willing then... I will kill him. Then I will come for the rest of your Kingdom."
Chenoa must choose carefuly... Does she:
A. Refuse again, calling that Invadam is bluffing. ([link]
B. Accept, hoping for the best for Aquilo. ([link]
Invadam (c) Me