Dream [王] 004 [once upon a time...]
((OOC: Based strongly on the actual epic, but most likely not totally accurate to the real thing. |D; Gil also physically looks like this, but without Enki at his sides, obviously, and the red markings on his torso are also fully visible.))
The palace was constructed out of strong, polished stone. The imposing walls’ height would rival that of four grown men combined, and they were all richly decorated with colourful tapestries and glittering jewels - lapis lazuli was the most notable. Lining up beside the paved path that led up to a dais were rows of functionaries, all men garbed in tidy white. At their front, near the dais, were two beautiful women donned in colourful garbs of a religious air - priestesses, no doubt, and behind them all, servants stood sharply in place as they awaited word from their Lord.
They all held their head low as they stood watch over the steady stream of peasants, who came across all over the country to beg for advice and worship the ground that one man and his throne stood upon. It was no wonder that none dared to look up; the majestic and imposing throne was made out of sheer, solid gold, utterly bare of additional extravagance save for a single, gallant draping of a cloth tainted with but the fiercest, richest, and most passionate shade of crimson.
The entire palace’s impression still came up woefully short, however, when contrasted to the lone figure perched on top of that golden throne. There rested a man - the man with striking ruby eyes and golden yellow hair, transpiring pride, wealth and might utterly beyond humane comprehension despite the entire setting’s distinguishably ancient age. One arm propped up against the armrest, his jaw pressed against his knuckles, and his hard and impassive crimson eyes scanning past the rows of his grovelling subjects, the King was currently granting public audiences. If the subjects are loyal and behaving, then it is only natural for the King to listen to them occasionally, after all.
The current peasant was remarkably more dishevelled than the rest, though so far, he had yet to earn out of his king anything more than a bland frown. Still, despite the fact that the King was indeed slouched over his throne and drowning slowly in boredom, he was still unable to leave a single impression of weakness, sloth, doubt or disgrace onto anyone present. …Naturally, for it would be with reason that this entity, of one-third human and two-third God, will later be known throughout history to be the King of Heroes, after all.
…Though the residents of Somarium would possibly know better of an individual with identical physical appearance who tended more to make provoking public statements, belittle the entire world for its lack of worth, and abuse with excess the word ‘mongrel’, it was hard to deny that the impression both gave were identical.
“It was frightening, my Lord. He may not be a demon, but his allure strongly resembled one. I have thought that I will be joining my ancestors in Ereshkigal’s domain when I happened upon this gigantic monster. I have never witnessed something like him ever before.”
The peasant was panting. Gilgamesh’s demeanor has not changed the slightest, though the sudden, attentive quality to his silence did beckon for this man to go on. Still, he took the effort to nonchalantly raise a hand towards the functionaries watching from the side. The message was immediately understood. The first man in line whispered something to a nearby servant, and swift moments later, a bowl of water was brought to court.
The peasant’s eyes widened at the offer, though he did gibber words of gratitude and blessing to his Lord King and Protector before humbly accepting the refreshment. Once satiated, he took a deep breath before he resumed his plea.
“This beast-man lives within the company of the gazelles, and protects all the animals of the wild. I now know why my hunting has always been unsuccessful for some time, now! He is the one who thwarts my traps and rips apart my nets, who cuts away my snares and make scarce of my pits! What shall I do, my Wise King, now that he has invaded the territory that we depend on?”
The entire court was quiet. The King was thinking, after all. …And indeed he was, for a heavy silence loomed in the entire palace for quite some time before Gilgamesh finally stirred to impart his wisdom.
Tilting his head slightly backwards, he crossed his hard ruby gaze with the tall, lean and beautiful woman garbed in white below his dais, at his sides. Obedient as women should be, she did not need to be told twice, and took a graceful step towards the shabby peasant.
Waving out his left arm, his imperious tone rang out to the entire court in verdict.
“Go, hunter, bring with you this harlot, daughter of joy and pleasures. As wildly as this man-beast may be, she will encounter no trouble taming it. When he shall arrive at the river’s mouth to drink with his herd, the harlot shall undress and offer herself to him. He will be unable to resist the moment he lays his feral eyes upon her. From then henceforth, the herd that he grew up with will become hostile to him, he shall be able to run alongside them no longer, and he will no longer make matters difficult for your trapping.”
The peasant’s eyes were wide for a brief moment, but it did not take long before he fell on all fours, mouthing endless praise and thanks to the country’s tyrannical protector, the most venerable and feared Sovereign of Uruk.
[He sits up groggily with a flat expression on his face. ...Well that memory was a whiiiiiiile back. Why so pointless, Somarium. :| He glances sideways with a light frown and notices the glowing Dreamberry, and once again, fails to feel any concern whatsoever over what that just went public.
...Though, that time... It was before-
Scratch that. He's in a bad mood now. >:U]
The palace was constructed out of strong, polished stone. The imposing walls’ height would rival that of four grown men combined, and they were all richly decorated with colourful tapestries and glittering jewels - lapis lazuli was the most notable. Lining up beside the paved path that led up to a dais were rows of functionaries, all men garbed in tidy white. At their front, near the dais, were two beautiful women donned in colourful garbs of a religious air - priestesses, no doubt, and behind them all, servants stood sharply in place as they awaited word from their Lord.
They all held their head low as they stood watch over the steady stream of peasants, who came across all over the country to beg for advice and worship the ground that one man and his throne stood upon. It was no wonder that none dared to look up; the majestic and imposing throne was made out of sheer, solid gold, utterly bare of additional extravagance save for a single, gallant draping of a cloth tainted with but the fiercest, richest, and most passionate shade of crimson.
The entire palace’s impression still came up woefully short, however, when contrasted to the lone figure perched on top of that golden throne. There rested a man - the man with striking ruby eyes and golden yellow hair, transpiring pride, wealth and might utterly beyond humane comprehension despite the entire setting’s distinguishably ancient age. One arm propped up against the armrest, his jaw pressed against his knuckles, and his hard and impassive crimson eyes scanning past the rows of his grovelling subjects, the King was currently granting public audiences. If the subjects are loyal and behaving, then it is only natural for the King to listen to them occasionally, after all.
The current peasant was remarkably more dishevelled than the rest, though so far, he had yet to earn out of his king anything more than a bland frown. Still, despite the fact that the King was indeed slouched over his throne and drowning slowly in boredom, he was still unable to leave a single impression of weakness, sloth, doubt or disgrace onto anyone present. …Naturally, for it would be with reason that this entity, of one-third human and two-third God, will later be known throughout history to be the King of Heroes, after all.
…Though the residents of Somarium would possibly know better of an individual with identical physical appearance who tended more to make provoking public statements, belittle the entire world for its lack of worth, and abuse with excess the word ‘mongrel’, it was hard to deny that the impression both gave were identical.
“It was frightening, my Lord. He may not be a demon, but his allure strongly resembled one. I have thought that I will be joining my ancestors in Ereshkigal’s domain when I happened upon this gigantic monster. I have never witnessed something like him ever before.”
The peasant was panting. Gilgamesh’s demeanor has not changed the slightest, though the sudden, attentive quality to his silence did beckon for this man to go on. Still, he took the effort to nonchalantly raise a hand towards the functionaries watching from the side. The message was immediately understood. The first man in line whispered something to a nearby servant, and swift moments later, a bowl of water was brought to court.
The peasant’s eyes widened at the offer, though he did gibber words of gratitude and blessing to his Lord King and Protector before humbly accepting the refreshment. Once satiated, he took a deep breath before he resumed his plea.
“This beast-man lives within the company of the gazelles, and protects all the animals of the wild. I now know why my hunting has always been unsuccessful for some time, now! He is the one who thwarts my traps and rips apart my nets, who cuts away my snares and make scarce of my pits! What shall I do, my Wise King, now that he has invaded the territory that we depend on?”
The entire court was quiet. The King was thinking, after all. …And indeed he was, for a heavy silence loomed in the entire palace for quite some time before Gilgamesh finally stirred to impart his wisdom.
Tilting his head slightly backwards, he crossed his hard ruby gaze with the tall, lean and beautiful woman garbed in white below his dais, at his sides. Obedient as women should be, she did not need to be told twice, and took a graceful step towards the shabby peasant.
Waving out his left arm, his imperious tone rang out to the entire court in verdict.
“Go, hunter, bring with you this harlot, daughter of joy and pleasures. As wildly as this man-beast may be, she will encounter no trouble taming it. When he shall arrive at the river’s mouth to drink with his herd, the harlot shall undress and offer herself to him. He will be unable to resist the moment he lays his feral eyes upon her. From then henceforth, the herd that he grew up with will become hostile to him, he shall be able to run alongside them no longer, and he will no longer make matters difficult for your trapping.”
The peasant’s eyes were wide for a brief moment, but it did not take long before he fell on all fours, mouthing endless praise and thanks to the country’s tyrannical protector, the most venerable and feared Sovereign of Uruk.
[He sits up groggily with a flat expression on his face. ...Well that memory was a whiiiiiiile back. Why so pointless, Somarium. :| He glances sideways with a light frown and notices the glowing Dreamberry, and once again, fails to feel any concern whatsoever over what that just went public.
...Though, that time... It was before-
Scratch that. He's in a bad mood now. >:U]