Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-27920227-20160928145858/@comment-27920227-20161021221703

''Before the "defensive bunch" was a black thorned throne with silver leaves coming from the tops of it. Being there so many and so large, one must pull thier necks back all the way and heads straight up to look at it all. A small seat that seemed to connect to the majestic size of the giant thorns all meet in the middle of thier views. With an indivual sitting in the seat, an anthro of some sort. His hair was radiant black, skin also black, muzzle color black, and his clothes black as well. His eyes being the only rare quality was not grey but silver as it shined glistening glares into the world around them. ''

Soilder( Holding the staff beside himself stood behind them all looking at the glories of the king): His name is petrifying as it falls in the pathways of the knowing.

Pose (Eyes widen) : Could it be..Thylu?!

Character(Eyes squinted)

Rukale : Place of the universe...accepted...