08-18-2016, 08:08 PM
There were those who got irritated at small and trivial matters. There were those who had bad days. And then there was the King Sombra who was what one would get if someone took one of each of those, no a hundred of each of those and blended them together. Once they'd used a blender to mix up that concoction of rage they'd stub their toes, get hit in the face and get assaulted. All in all? King Sombra was not in a good mood in anyone's definition of the word. Upon approaching some of the bipedal creatures that he'd noticed gathered he scowled. Were these creatures like the ones he had encountered in the Endless Dunes? Could they even speak Crystrallian? Were they hostile? Were they not? Those questions buzzed around within the head of the dreaded monarch of the Crystal Empire like a swarm of angry bees. His hooves were swollen and sore and his horn had a scratch on it courtesy of the individual he'd banished hopefully to the realm of Tartarus. For now he remained silent, content to observe and see.