Many reasons drew him to the field and meadow now. Not a socialite to say the least, but a committed devotee. It was so like him to attach himself to something, to become addicted to the power he knew lay hidden in his barren home. But like all gods, his needed followers to become stronger. And like all lands, his needed numbers to keep it strong and protected so that it might flourish. The though that he couldn't do it alone did not sit well with him, so he resigned himself to doing whatever he could.
Frequent trips to the meadow were what he could do. And so like a evangelist spreading the gospel, he comes to bear witness to the poor lost souls. But something on the edge of the meadow catches his eye, and a twisted smile creeps over his features. This was one of his own, one of his numerous offspring that he had actually interacted with. Of course their interactions had been deeply disturbing, but that was just the type of father Gunsynd was. Consider it a formative experience.
The monster slides up beside his son and can barely contain the indecent look in his eyes. "Lior." He breathes into the same black pelt as his own which has known so... intimately. "Where have you been lurking son?" The familiar term is nothing more than a sick joke from him, and he relishes in its irony.
OOC: sorry for formatting/errors. On mobile at work but Lior gave me muse
Frequent trips to the meadow were what he could do. And so like a evangelist spreading the gospel, he comes to bear witness to the poor lost souls. But something on the edge of the meadow catches his eye, and a twisted smile creeps over his features. This was one of his own, one of his numerous offspring that he had actually interacted with. Of course their interactions had been deeply disturbing, but that was just the type of father Gunsynd was. Consider it a formative experience.
The monster slides up beside his son and can barely contain the indecent look in his eyes. "Lior." He breathes into the same black pelt as his own which has known so... intimately. "Where have you been lurking son?" The familiar term is nothing more than a sick joke from him, and he relishes in its irony.
OOC: sorry for formatting/errors. On mobile at work but Lior gave me muse