"My lord?" The servant squeaked. Anyone's life hung by a thread in this room, especially when Theron was even slightly annoyed. The man whirled around to face his trembling servant before him, an utterly terrified heap on the cold stone floor. It was dark and cold despite the large torches burning on the walls. The servant was one of many, many victims of the kingdom's invasion by Theron and his army. Theron had taken over many kingdoms, most within under twenty four hours, which may mostly be because no king dared stand in his way. It was much more beneficial to flee and start anew elsewhere than fight to the death with a merciless monster. All who could escaped, and those who were too late were killed or captured.
"Bring me a drink." Demanded the aggressor. His skin was deathly white—almost blue. It was similar to human's skin, except on the back of his hands, up his arms, and on his neck and back was the shiny slick skin of a reptile, a little bluer than his normal skin. His pupils dilated like a cat; very large and round or very thin like a long grain of rice. His eye color was an odd mixture of electric blue and ruby red. Theron's hair was very black and slick, which he kept in a ponytail. If his teeth were seen, one would notice how very distinct his canines were. Theron was quite tall, but not very; just over 6 feet and 5 inches, which added to his slim and slightly built frame. It had been three years since the invasion of this kingdom, and restlessness had begun to creep into the castle walls. The servant returned with a silver platter with a silver cup filled with a sort of wine, and gave it to his master, who sent him away with a snarl. Theron whirled the drink in his cup, watching his reflection swirl around and around. Purpose, he thought. I am meant to rule more than pathetic civilians from one kingdom to another. There is something else greater somewhere, I can sense it. Theron took a gulp. Maybe there was something better further out, something or someone. With that, he rose up to gather his men and plan his next attack.