The first move.















Red King.

Blue king.

To say that questions of morality are thorny and filled with gray when they aren't being hammered between stark absolutes is putting it mildly.

Life is a lot like a chessboard.

Both kings fall and someone always sets them up again.

Life is a lot like a flowerbed.

Someone always pulls the dandelions up. Someone always clips the catsears.

It's time for an endgame.

It's time to pull a weed up by the roots.

For now, maybe it would be best to get to know this creature.

Speak.

Be spoken to.



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The Grand Talux approaches,

The Grand Talux approaches, giving a bow and tilting his head, "Hello there...hmm...you look very familiar...are you related to Mr. Sanguine?", he asked out of polite curiosity.

If this person was at all a threat to one he had given his vow to...he wanted to know.

His movements are the

His movements are the opposite of the red one's. While Mr.Sanguine's movements were slow and careful, the white one moves like a puppet being jerked on its strings, like the flesh is going to be ripped out by invisible fishhooks when he smiles.

"They say the red one is a Dandelion you know"

His voice is different too, not soft and soothing, it crackles, it's deep and hissing.

"Well, if he's a dandelion, well, then I'm a Catsear

if that's what you mean"


His nails dig into the ground, jerking every so often, as if he can't sit still.


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"Who are you?" Asks the

"Who are you?" Asks the chameleon peryton, her feathers rippling in ever-shifting colours to match her mood. Uncertain. Sandy colours dotted with neon blue to mimic the deadly ringed octopus. An orange head and black body to match the pitohui bird. Then another shift of colours, random and waving.

"I'll answer my own question in assuming you're an impostor. A fake. Well, I'm sure Mr. Sanguine is pleased with this." Sarcasm, fear masked by aggression. Her feathers slowly shifted to match the colours of her red acquaintance, but with black markings instead of white. Her loyalties and concerns lay there. "Whoever you are, what are you doing here? What do you want with this place?"

Oh Democracy, you're so paranoid. XD

"Me? They call me

"Me? They call me Mr.Alabaster" his skin writhes, like there are maggots just beneath the surface. Worms. Like something is trying to tear his form away.
Something certainly is.

"We're not so diff-different" he pauses to stutter and cackle wildly before composing himself again. "I'm here to finish playing a little game with Mr.Sanguine" the ground is churned upwards by his claws.

"This place? I care littttttle for the place" like he's choking on his own tongue. "I simply follow where he leads. The area is unimportant.

What are

You?

hehe, heee~"

Steel grey eyes narrowed

Steel grey eyes narrowed warily. She didn't like that moniker, not on him.

"D-don't hurt him," her voice cracked. Democracy glanced at the upturned ground before staring back at this stranger, growling to hide the apprehension.

Her left wing twitched at his question. False question. He didn't care, of course not. She wouldn't answer that.

Yes she would.

"I am true and existent. I am what you are not, and that is sane." Liar.

"Hurt him, and I'll destroy you."

Liar.

"What is sanity?" his head

"What is sanity?" his head lowered, a mouth full of teeth just like the red's. Jagged and sharp, yet, cracked in places, not so perfect.

"You cannot destroy me. This body is illusion" just as the red being's was. So was the white's. And yet, they could die. How to kill an illusion?

"You cannot destroy me. Because I will not tell you how.
Because he will not tell you how.
Because he does not trust enough.
Because he would rather see this war wage for eternity, rather than telling his weaknesses"


his head cocked back, laughter spilling from his jaws like a river.