07-21-2015, 10:54 AM
As completely jumbled and trashed as she was, his newfound doll can see exactly what he was. Vulture, scavenger. A man who liked to get his hands dirty but would rather just sneak in and steal the spoils of war instead of fighting for it himself. Why do all the hard work if you don’t have to? So much easier to just stir up the pot, plant those little seeds of doubt and mistrust, take a step back and watch the fireworks. Reap the rewards. It hadn’t failed him yet. His eyes speak of fire and yet the rest of him is ice. It was a feeling he can’t really comprehend. Warmth. Fire. Oh he burns the way one would if they plunged through broken ice into the murkiness below. Trapped beneath the surface. Water sharp as knives. Freezer burn. Most had associated the Chamber with fire but he had always been comfortable in the kingdom because of it’s darkness, dampness, and cold. Haunting the edges of the land as his own personal gothic graveyard. Wouldn’t have it any other way really. ”Straia right?” He had heard her perfectly the first time, tendrils of white falling in disarray as he shakes his head and gives her an innocent grin. ”Such things to say in front of such a delicate child! You’ll give her nightmares.” It’s pretty obvious her whole life is already a living nightmare. It probably won’t help much now that she’s met him. ”No need to leave so soon although this place is quite dull. It always has been.” He sighs as if a huge conundrum has suddenly come up. ”However we can’t just leave this lost little lamb here now can we?” ”Ruin. My Reuen.” He whispers tantalizingly towards her, snaking into her side as his muzzle presses briefly to her face. Pushing back and licking his lips, tasting the salty weakness of her tears. ”Hush now pet, no need to cry. You like secrets don’t you?” An encouraging nod, bloody orbs narrowed into slits as he focuses on her maddening gaze. ”Shall I show you the Chamber of Secrets?” Can’t go waltzing in back home after being gone for so long empty-handed now can we? And then another comes, all full of protectiveness and goody goody zeal. Oh how fucking annoying. It just radiates off this stallion and the irritation ripples over the cremello's hide, reflecting in the lines of his face as he looks at Jason with obvious distaste. This asshole comes in between himself and his newfound present and that's just not going to do at all. "Rude aren't you?" He sneers at the other, moving himself to Reuen's other side and glancing at Straia. "It's fine, we were just leaving." Smiling his faint smile back to what he now considered his, the ruined girl. "Aren't we love?" *********the big bad wolf |