The wind outside the throne rooms windows rattling upon them as if trying to break shaking the stained glass murals with ease. Suddenly it grows still and it's as if the air itself was drawn out of the room. With the absence of oxygen growing rapidly the black wax candles were snuffed from where it once shone faintly within the darkened room draped in medieval tapestries and a bloodstained throne. As it grew dark in the room the wind picks up swirling around in a circular pattern sweeping up dust and debris, kicking it about violently as a figure emerging from the bloodstains rose from the shadows at the winds epicenter. Slowly leaning up the shadow hovers now above the throne. The shadow then proceeds to lean back in the air as if sitting in a chair crossing it's legs and resting it's head upon its Palm in a similar fashion of being bored. Suddenly it's features fill in as it is now Lord Leon sitting in his rightful throne. A man of pale skin and shimmering golden eyes like that of the beastial feline, draped in his black silken attire trimmed with Golden Fleece. His long hair darker than that of the abyss falling over his shoulders with few strands covering a side of his face as he sits tilting his head in his palm as if uninterested. Then suddenly a slight warm but sinister smile crosses his pale face, as he stares onward towards the doors as he sits awaiting on news. He can't help but feel quite pleased with sudden events as of late, then as he ponders this a sense of pride overwhelms him as he chuckles silently to himself. OOC: I'm using a phone so it's hard for me to stay in touch
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