do you think God stays in his heaven because he, too, lives in fear of what he has created?
He is not fully grown just yet, but already he stands taller than many his age. Where before he was thin and sickly from his premature winter birth, now he is muscled and powerful from his hunts. Ghaul has traded in his feverish skittering movements for strides that are now fluid and almost feline in their motion. Even his talons have grown impressive enough to leave sizeable tracks that easily identify his path anywhere he goes. That, he thinks, is the mark of a true apex predator – to move without fear of being followed. Who would dare?
(He prays that he is tracked back to his homeland. He burns, forlorn for a challenge.)
The wyrm carries a carcass in his teeth today as he crosses the border into Pangea. Gospel has kept to herself and she never carries the scent of blood or violence on her skin. How long will she last without the flavor of meat across her tongue? Do her teeth not ache when they are not ripping sinewy muscle from blood-stained bone? But she is one of his and so he must provide for her. Ghaul does not know the word for quail but one dangles from his jaws just the same. He likes the sounds they make when they are frightened.
He inhales slowly through his thin nostrils as he searches for the scent of her scales. It’s always more difficult when he’s carrying a kill in his mouth but he manages to sift her out from the other Pangeans with a bit of effort. With his wings curled tightly to his sides to protect him from the winter wind, he alters his course toward the outline of her signature in yellow and reds. Ghaul offers a short croon to her before tossing the limp quail in her direction.
“I don’t like this cold,” he says as a shiver runs fresh down his barbed spine. “Can’t wait to burn it all.”
The demon boy circles to her side and presses his shoulder to hers to leech a bit of her body heat for a while. He does not feel a sort of kinship between them as he does with Clarissa, but he enjoys her company anyway. The chaos in her heart speaks to his own, perhaps.
@[gospel] aw he got her a gift. so sweet.