kult
I am a storm that will swallow the children
and I will deliver them to the kingdom of pain
No
She might as well have been speaking to a brick wall. Talking to herself, or the deaf. Her protest reaching his ear but leaving no trace of influence. In truth, Kult didn't rightly care what she wanted. This was a herd, in herds females belonged to the males in one way or another, Kult knew this. And, she had followed, followed him, which was the lesser of the evils for the woman though she was like to know it not.
Kult would never mount her for one and he couldn't place the same faith in his kin. He would not do much with her really, except say she was for him, his mare. Perhaps they could play games together too, he would like that very much- he was sore about Kersey's disappearance.
He splashes about, the icy water had it's own bite but it was refreshing nonetheless. He made no move to immediately follow the raven colored female but eventually he did- emerging from the waters dripping. The path up was a familiar one, an old route and he snaked his way up with a practiced footing, emerging on the grasses still soaked with sea water. For a moment he just watches Voudou, standing in silence looking out over the hills and to the horizon, clearly not paying much mind to him. With this he shakes, much like a dog, sending the wetness from his skin and out into the air in a spray.
"Stay?" He asks, finding his way up beside her, looking once with his blackened gaze before turning it towards the oceans end.
What could she be looking at?
