[hr][h3][center][color=Goldenrod]T[/color]HE [color=Goldenrod]K[/color]ING[/center][/h3][hr]

He knew not of names or history, but only what he felt. Vile frustrations, boundaries, restraints, and it infuriated him greatly.
"[color=Goldenrod][i]Get me down now, you wretched swine bucket! [/i][/color]" he roars as he struggles against the roots. His eyes pierce into the back of the head of the one standing free. 
The others in the circle squirmed in his peripheral and the voices echoed like white noise in his ears. 
He had focus for only the free one, a deep vicious animalistic focus.
"[color=Goldenrod][i]You let me down right now or I swear I will make you regret the rest of your short pathetic miserable fucking life.[/i][/color]"
His words spit out like acid, filled with a furious rage.