do you think God stays in his heaven because he, too, lives in fear of what he has created?
He can remember this moment from his dreams, or maybe it was only a dream he had last week that felt an awful lot like this. But he remembers the blur of yellow and red of his father’s shoulder against the blue of the sky. Ghaul remembers the way the sun felt on his face during his dream but he doesn’t recall why this day felt important when Litotes told him about it. His heart thumps nervously against his ribs but he keeps up with the shadow king, his leathery wings pressed tight to his sides. This place smells of scales and fire, of dragons far older and stronger than him. He touches his tongue to his teeth and wonders what they taste like.
He sniffs a little more and notes one odd scent among the bunch. Something sweet, like honeysuckle or fresh flowers. He croons softly as his curiosity peaks but he says nothing, casting a glance toward Lie as he instructs him to remain close. Ghaul would like to wander and hunt the source of this smell but he is obedient – to his father, at least. Dawn has tried to command him, to ask nicely, or to bribe him only to find that the child is as stubborn as he is strange. Still, she is gentle and kind when he finds himself frightened after falling or failing in his hunts. But she is not his father, his guardian in whom he invests all his trust and adoration.
“Are they like me?” he asks quietly, glancing around at the blurs of heat signatures in the distance. Ghaul does not know that he is the first and only of his kind. He leans his head against his father, his rough scales gently meeting Litotes’ warm shoulder. His small talons idly paw at the dirt while he waits for these dragons to reveal themselves and this meeting to begin.
What will he do if he hates them or if they are weak, he wonders? Will father teach him to hunt greater prey so that he might one day devour all them? Ghaul touches his tongue to his teeth once more and tries to quiet the hunger for death gnawing softly on his bones.
@[Castile] @[litotes] @[Heartfire] i'm going to reply with vul later because he's always late to things.