Key: Killinkyle
Rank/Race you are going for: Legendary Icer
App Subject: Fear and Conquest


Fear... And Conquest. What did they mean to Blizard? ...They meant a lot of things. Closing his eyes, his tail slowly clasped around his figurative throne, lying atop a pile of metaphorical corpses that led him up to this moment. His fingers were like icy talons, that wrapped ever so gently around the loving embrace of the fabrics of his seat- A seat made of ideals. Of thoughts. Born and raised this way, Blizard had a perfect answer for each question.

Fear. It was a simple thing, wasn't it? To some, fear meant torture. Killing a man in cold blood without so much as a single word. To others, it was a nightmare. Something that laid beneath the soil, beneath the surface... A killing machine with no morals. No goals. No
feeling. Blizard... Was a bit more direct, than that. One could say that worked in with Conquest, as well. The two worked well with each other. If you could inspire fear in a populace, you could conquer them, without question.

So... How does one... Go about. inspiring fear into the hearts of man? Defeating their armies? Taking the lives of their strongest warriors? Killing those to close to them? ...No. True fear, in his eyes, was having the power to do something, and not doing it. True fear was being the shadow in the back of the room. The leader who did not show his face. After all... The strongest warriors, never lift a sword in their lives. True fear, true conquest... Went by word of mouth. True fear... True conquest... Was simply knowing that the strongest being in the universe was so powerful, so influential... That he didn't even need to lift his finger to make the filth grovel. The word of his coming was a force strong enough to make them crawl.

And if it didn't? ... Well... The greatest warrior also carries the biggest stick, for when the ants feel as though they can defeat a dinosaur.