Post by Admin account on Jul 14, 2009 23:09:26 GMT -8
Sitting atop the platinum and gold throne he had inherited from his father, Ryder looked out upon his kingdom. Smiling, the king admired the inhabitants of his lands. Though there weren't many, Ryder cared for them all as if they were his own kin. Standing up, he stretched out his back, cracking his still-strong bones. Ryder had felt old age creeping up on him for some time now, but he continued to ignore it. Shaking his head, he forced the thoughts of retiring from his throne and the battlefield from his mind. Of course, the day would come eventually, but if Ryder had some say in the matter, it wouldn't be anytime soon.