He is vicious. Strong. Once risen hard to hold him down. Making the thoughts shoot like a bullets trough a gun.
He is holy. Light keeper. Passionate. Easy to tear him apart. His tears are making the gunpowder.
He is a hurricane. Unpredictable. Doesn’t belong to no city doesn’t belong to no male. Loud but nobody can hear him.
2 of them are sitting on the throne fighting 1 was created.
The war goes on between those two, they can’t see who is above.
The hurricane has his problems so he prefers to stay alone. Moving on every day, he doesn’t want to be bothered by the same passengers. Playing games is not his hobby.
he finds himself in the badlands.